Gathering for solitude, an archaic ritual.
Standing atop a bridge across sanity,
I question the rights.
Visions unknown dwell the hollow,
everything has failed to impress but the graphic.
Seconds of walk and now I have escaped.
frenzied sense of time,I hear the pin drop.
Orientation, reflection, mindfulness contained.
Soul substituted I am reborn.

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