the trance was broken
and suddenly I was myself again
how many years lost to my mind
how many loved one gone
as I looked and didn't recognize
where I was but didn't care
as long as I was...
and as memory reconfirmed my identity
what had been so fated
so necessary with which to be reckoned
was so faded and distant only God could care
as He no longer did since here
I was and there it is and
what I endured I endure no longer
I had freed myself from hanging traps
and spikes flying into the ground
from something larger and stronger than me
and while it still stalked me
I slipped through the miasma of my dark brow
and the trance was broken and now so am I
wondering what the hell am I going to do now?
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