To the Beginning and Over But Never Out
Oh please, I plead
Listen to my beseech
I raise my hands out to you
take them please
In this dark void I walk through
there is no comfort
no warmth
no joy
slowly it leaches out all that I hold
when will I ever reach the end?
Do you know where the end is?
Is the end where the end of the end is?
Lost, dazed, confused
Did God pluck me out
and strand me here?
three doors, three paths, three choices
one Mundane
ransom me out
an open cage, such as this atramentous nightmare
no end
no path
Is there hope?
Hope is where light is
is the light at the end where darkness is not?
is the light where the light always materializes from?
where
is
it?
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