I don't want to let it sink in...
but it comes in bursts anyways.
The ether is strangely grazed,
Silent and as if engulfed.
It is steady....
...though I am not, per say
What is mustered day to day,
Weakened in my stamina.
What is time lately, but blurred into one eternal day?
What is food,
When you are sleeping the ache away?
What is betrayal?
Moving in steady pace,
mind paging through lenses I can not name.
My autopilot in gear now.
Because I am foggy,
yet clarity comes in rains.
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