Questions fall without relay,
the unexpected turn,
no right or left escape.
Our saturated thoughts,
the cold bare breath.
condescending aroma.
The bases of wood,
swaying as the wind compels,
a instructive order of death.
No answers arrive,
memory fades,
doubt remains.
Pleading life,
scourging screams of agony,
a controversy.
Life contended,
obscure and obliged.
a life controlled.
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