What set about noisily?
In my now brain-dead
Empty rattling Reservoir
This sigh filled cyst laden
Sorrowful cerebellum
Echo empty yet filled with doubt
How came I to this place?
Once was the time wherein,
I knew it's equated opposite
For I was young and knew
That I could never die
These eyes, aborning mare Ibrium
These eyes, such witless witness
These eyes, such suborned silent searchers,
Never to speak of the horrors they have seen
Nor peddle a platitude
Upon such joys, therein i find
They continue to pierce
Mindlessly, endlessly and in mute testament
What set about noisily?
in this most egregious region?
Beset upon by an unknown need know
Were i blind then i would miss them
Yet i cannot help but to castigate them now
Lackluster they lie and lye
Curving, as they do
Upon themselves, upon all sides
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