From clear to obscure
Fell just short of
Pure, the purest stream corrupted
A dream interrupted
That was lucid
You were sure
But now its dimmed in a sense
From this white to
Grey like a bullet
In the middle of the fray
Straight to my mind
Its somehow found its way
Ideas painted with lead
Afire in my head
Frenzied with grey
Like the smoke from a red
Flowing into dissipation
Found its limitation
Fade back to white
Like a coma culmination















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