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...Into heat ascending...

I collide with facades of stained white:

A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal

A newborn canvas... what work of the sun!

As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted

And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted

...Into numbness descending...

I freeze between shadows of purest gray:

A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal

A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark!

As deprived of life, now spiritually admired

And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive.