I see, I sense, I think
A cloud of endless misgivings
I smile, I cry, I feel
A string of wasted histrionics
I dream, I scream, I breathe
A wonder and its constant forebodings
Chasing the flitting light
Into this dark enduring night
There I pause, looking over the marsh
Lost, transiently, in its silent reverberations
I indulge in the perpetual hallucination
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