The times are devouring.
No longer can we breathe with ease as the clock ticks.
Uneasy emotions are enveloping us.
Where can I seek for refuge, for a little comfort.
The words don't seep through.
The messages, convoluted like unkempt vines.
Forgetting the only way they can be said.
Yet I struggle for a mist of intuition.
The times are tiresome.
Word after word to, wrong, befuddled audiences.
Futile comparison even as the shimmers fade away.
The rest don't get to me no more.
I just want to hear the words,
that have eluded my frightened soul.
A break from the rest,
I'll try once more.
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