xxiv. Manifold

The monologue

of internal

discourse

and dialogues

 

In sight,

that crisp

blurring of

realities

 

Absent in

that plentiful

midst

 

Waging peace

as vapor

swarms

 

In this

infernal mind,

I lose myself in

its

many folds.

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