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Blackened shapes, amorphous from the distance of indifference

Like the shadows which gather their grasp as bats which hang from the caves of denial

Growing larger still

We begin to formulate what these darkened clouds begin to obscure

As the guillotine comes roaring at our necks, only to splinter our spines into a kaleidoscope of pain and insight

These clouds the sum of their parts, these insects of every origin and pour into our pores, not realizing our heads have already split the ground from which our briars breed