Shattered limbs on yellow lines
Scraps of metal spark friction
Tangled up in cement vines
Amid a web of contradictions
Into the darkened gorge, myself I free
The numbness is my cloak
An orange glow I do forsee
Scratched as bark when I awoke
I waded in the murk
No creature touched upon
If they did, they’d go berserk
A heart blackened like the swan
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