The brilliant geometry-an enigma,
Stacked in rows to infinity.
Action and reaction,
Zeroed into a point of time,
There is no discrepancy.
Each miming the other in perfect symmetry,
In madness racing for its reality.
In chaos I reach and my digits contact,
I touched, I didn't feel,
But for the slicing chill of smooth plane,
Slithering ice into my skull,
Hardening the soft inside into a howl.
Lunatic tunes dance in my head like rats trampling on piano keys.
My clenched temples throbbed in pain,
Beyond the zenith becoming a sound of scream.
The figures around screaming too,
But mouthing soundless contortions.
Flames fly up in a jet of shock,
Shattering down the mercury coated glass.
Realization seeping in my pained head,
And in the glowing embers of remains,
My mind cleared of it's rubbles,
I was one and that was I.
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