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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Equilibrium of Delirium Strolling alongside my casted shade, the forlorn rememberings have stayed in this far-flung antipode of a star-lit glade, where the skin of my self was flayed. Though the butcher vanquished, I was doomed to wander across plains where thought languished, and utter chaos loomed yonder. Yet there beneath a gnarled old Willow, lay the Sandman’s very pillow. So down, down below I ventured, to the primal dark: ‘o ultimate solace, where the mind cannot be censored, and logic becomes weary and nauseous. My mortal makings now dismembered. The last of my humanity disemboweled. Yet what I once was shall be remembered, as I abandon the heresy I had vainly howled. My thoughts now echo aloud in abyssal depths of a timeless shroud. Ever deeper into the depths I implored, wavering over my early erected cenotaph, while olive branches whispered the deplored, and I could somehow not help but laugh. And so my being went to and fro, into realms as would the newborn doe. Though in this murky orchard, not even light permitted me to see, and as my vision was further tortured, I stumbled blindly into what I was to be. With neither sword nor shield required, the dweller on the threshold quivered as I ended what he had conspired, and into Truth was I delivered. For my brittle bones are embellished by gems which Kings have relished. My muscle boiled and rose in steam, precious organs torn at the seam, and all the while ran a red stream, as I basked in the sweet Void’s gleam. Alas, the final vestiges now fade, surviving only as dirt on the Sage’s rusted spade. My withered feet now freely skipping down a strangely familiar cobbled road, while the thoughts of doubt slipping, and a sense of serenity seems to forebode. Downward once more goes the stone path, as I climb into the canopy of a pale tree. And as I leave behind all feelings of wrath, I am given anew the ability to see. Now here have I arrived, though no mortal survived, at last at the Divine Equilibrium of this flawlessly Chaotic Delirium.
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