Strain connects reason to pain
Like wet rope-strands twists tight a
noose.
The essence of thought breaks with presence
And calm flies out into the raging fire.
Madness evolves into mazes of darkness
While little lambs cry awake the silence.
Nightfall cascades unto the blessed light
Returning the chaos to a sense of balance
Like white dove’s wings caressing the blue sky.
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