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I am knowing I am of this and this alone I am of want and hurry Of bitterness chilled to its bone Waiting and watching Luring till peeked This frenzy that bares soul naked That leaves no trace of human seed I am still I am of charge Pushing through crowds Stumbling upon man's infinite chaos That makes us blink twice- If not once more That cools and calms the weary eye That summons restraint when out of control Turns brittle spine Weaves haunted mind Leaves the guessing unknowing Something wicked misbehaves in kind Though its approach malformed and growing With light and without By candled crooked flame This fury spawned through shout Through alarm and unturned page.