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A thousand paths,
ubiquitous & poignant,
late to counteract
what the nerve system has bred
at the dawn of cognizance.

The self-vindication in the dune
reviles triumphantly an awaiting man
before the eyes of someone,
the sand bathes him
& clothes his halo.

The lonely man attempts to promenade,
but his journey is causeless
for he has ground his name to death
so he could carry what he only needed,
a book & self-pity.

Destiny sleeps quiet tonight,
whereas causality has been abducted,
thus the solitude & hatred,
thus the will to perceive
through pragmatic anopsia.

Niescence & arrogance in the shape of wells,
clotting remembrances & unheard of meanders,
the aimless sojourn,
a Slough of Despond,
such path he wanders.

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