Conflict & Respiration.
 

Skies of fury,
Of lightning crash,
Cast down our glory,
Incognito.

In instant explosion,
Energy,
Synergy,
Speed tremendous.

Desolate cold,
And broken inside,
Resting now,
A Stone Golem.

Drifting weight,
In untold abyss,
Point in mass,
Mass in Infinity.

Infinity to the real,
Makes it seem false.
The depth and sight,
In our blood.

Sending back out,
Coming back out,
Returning forth.
To the outer reaches.

In speed,
As in light,
Vaporous soul,
Performs the act.

Thus comes,
The sense of relief.
Weightlessness.

Everything's.

Going.

To.

Be.

Alright.

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Make of this, what you will.