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Where once the sight of death did sting
dark corners of my mind;
and trembling thoughts returned again
to moments left behind,
when laughter was as shallow
as soil upon my hands
and echoed into nothing
where nought of worth withstands.

What transformative perception
annihilates such a theme
of self created darkness,
ephemeral as a dream ?

What slight moment out of time
could have such mighty blow
to terminate a darkness
which took so long to grow ?

Quo Vadis, words of intellect
when reasoning is done,
amid the lights of wisdom's realm
where Essence is the sum.

Now laughter rings forever
despite what deeds are seen;
for the consciousness of wisdom
doth step outside its dream.

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