love...
the aftershock of doubt
the complex noise you just can\'t decipher
a thing of great magnitude that is also mundane and everyday

as though it could mean something
something other than the intent self

I used to be a follower of the creed
now I\'m one of the ones running away

I heard a noise
I couldn\'t see
with blurry vision
it\'s inside me

last and least in the order of no order
comes that faithful warrior, the dream
the constant dark, speckled white
stars that only shine at night
and a moongaze strong enough to petrify
glory, glory to the ones that cry

all things must end except the end self
this is the end of ends
when nothing more can begin
the end never ends

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