spinning silent
like a strange carnival scene
upturned chaos
with a center calm and free
fleshed out,
flashed before jaded eyes
that let the clumsy jumble
erase past lives
silent awe
for the power
of dark times,
wiser men
see the value
of colder climes
vow to the twisting force,
the darkening doom
and the mystery it shrouds
and be snug
with our superior dreams
within the violent clouds
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