Feeling very down,

very alone, very safe and unsound.
A surrounding pound of my heart in my ears
Audible reflection of fears, built over years
Complex overread underwatched reactions
Morphing, churning, coursing through my credo.
The glass meeting the concrete, purging future paths,
Hurries past, scaling ambience in the infinite before its collapse.

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