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
They never speak of the horrors that they have seen
They just continue to pierce mindlessly and in mute testament
What now sets about noisily
In this most egregious region?
Beset upon by an unknown need know
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