Run away with the whirlwind breeze of life's depravity,
Jumped the fence to supposed greener pastures.
It left me like an astronaut leaves earth's gravity.
What was thought to be known is away and done.
I saw the light as it departed the white fixtures,
But I see it close and it's not white nor so bright.
A darkness fills the sparkling specks of glimmering nascence.
There is no pure light; all is through jaded prisms.
If it be, I fear not but embrace the fog with might.
The truth is more than the light but its essence.
This life is not a void but a piss poor euphemism.
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