Waiting patiently in anxious paradox.

Wisdom moves with time,

Fleeting from existence into obscurity

Vision is blurred by tendencies

Naturally mine

Exposing rocks and boulders and I endeavor a climb.

Moving to the verge

where all opposition has merged into one…

attacking my pride, attacking my love,

attacking my life.

Their bitter strife ensures no haven for my soul,

And the whole of my body asks its master why?

Waging a war between my members in spiritual form

For no norm is constant

As I cry out stepping forward

Controlling my descent into madness.

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