Here. again.
Silence sits. limited.
Thoughts entwined in fog.
Will they break free?

Shape of a dream...
Gonzo, subsumed. Deep breaths remain.
Patterns retreat, stagger.
A cloistered laugh. Hushed.

Minutes collapse into whispers.
Patterns nested again.
Muffled echoes pulse...
Waiting... a thrill in taunt.

Chase shadows, not whispers.
Amidst a looping quake, fulfills.

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