Troubled by the infinite

A glass box, invulnerable

Transparent in nature,

Like a first kiss.


Lifeless, corrupted

Fear bleeds from the constant lesions

In pools of terror we drown.


Do we not have senses?

Both humanly and animalistic

Are we not strong?

Both by structure and conscious.


The sun feeds

As we must grow


Please help find that stone.


Tomorrow we will,

But not today, today

We will remain

Repressed, disremembered.


But tomorrow! We say,

Will swallow us whole

Lost we shall remain

Till tomorrow.


Till tomorrow. 


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