Trace the wires bound to cause,
Ripples in belief gaping maws,
Exist on this plane of anonymity,
Shrouded by obscurity lyrically,
Eyes narrow with the dim glow,
Although I can see more clearly,
Nearly exhausted continue wearily,
My path is unpaved yet I am unscathed,
Escaped the torture tents waylaid,
Count the blessings of disaster stayed,
Emerge from the inferno of speculation,
Analytical reservation claims my station,
Await the epiphany with lackluster symphony,
Pins and needles riddle me with no difficulty,
A spine retract as the horrors reap reflect,
This shield is sturdy a crisis is checked
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