I felt my bend in the distance
The world spins in haze
And I have to recapitulate
To experience my blood rush
I am concerned about the chaffing
But I'm smothered by the satin
I oscillate in the dialectic of extremes
I am lost in the synthesis of confusion
I want the solidity of the whole
I am terrified of perpetual isolation
Yet I know of my destiny
I am dizzy in the moment
I close my eyes as I spin into tsunami
I feel the back wash
The surge to oblivion
It is strange what bedfellows ecstasy
And oblivion are
One moment
Existence sublime
The next nothingness
The world spins in haze
And I have to recapitulate
To experience my blood rush
I am concerned about the chaffing
But I'm smothered by the satin
I oscillate in the dialectic of extremes
I am lost in the synthesis of confusion
I want the solidity of the whole
I am terrified of perpetual isolation
Yet I know of my destiny
I am dizzy in the moment
I close my eyes as I spin into tsunami
I feel the back wash
The surge to oblivion
It is strange what bedfellows ecstasy
And oblivion are
One moment
Existence sublime
The next nothingness
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