Troubled dreams of pensive rebound and jilted loving.
Dominion over fruitless lands of arid compassion.
Bellowed screams of pain erupting turbulently, inhumanly.
Intangible reality is fleeting yet striking of heart.
Awareness of truth, awareness of lies, of nothing.
What the mind does is sickening.
When in the end we are nothing in the first place.
Without and with us all the while.
Simply nothing.
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