Choronzon

In the perfect confusion, disillusioned in a still born thought that carries nowhere and nowhere and scattered into a million….

Within imperfect union so divided, unconquered as if numb to oblivion where indecision waits in unfathomable withering’s….

Says the eyes….I do not hear what is felt and falling and my skin finds points of light disconnected from the comforts not amending.

So that now….

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