Shadows dancing intermittently
in the dark of the night,
Longing to join their
hedonistic ritual in a drowsy flight,
Forgotten memories inscribed
with deep chisel marks,
A penchant to erase the
oblivious visceral landmarks,
Dance of death calling for the
bleary and fragile soul,
Insignificant creations buried
under the gravestone,
Crying for salvation from the pedestrian
existence,
Being prisoner of our thoughts
creates the pretense,
Specter of the midnight sun
raises false hopes,
A mirage of continuity while
conscience elopes,
Deafening cries of mortals trapped
inside their own,
Enduring their futile search
for the elusive keystone …
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