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Period
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.
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