There are forgotten words that have been there for ages
their recovery is like rediscovering my old self.
I once again feel utterly lost, alone, and abandoned
with only this vast unchanging emptiness and the
twisted little worlds I make to keep myself from going
completely insane, barely not becoming like your Old Testament God.
Seeing the world – my reflection – and laughing,
laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing.
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