These senseless, ongoing rumblings,
Coupled with mind-numbing
Cacophony, act as the light,
Severing me from the night.
From the darkness,
Where beauty is in fullness,
From the Moon to the melodies,
Inscribed in dream and realities.
But I'm plagued,
By memories; trapped, captured,
Within a human hearth,
Where the fire has no warmth.
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