the full day echoes the shallowness of a shell
inside it as deadly as its surrounding
tranquility only finds its feet in chaos, peace is impossible
though, tranquility found in chaos, an impossible peace
claustrophobic this being encased to dwarfed ideas
in the autumn of company, loneliness still whispers its presence
like crumpled leaves
a star dies
evolution has yet outgrow solemnity
what, who was once familiar, now stranger
for I am the only change I recognize
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