The meticulous trajectory
of the pendulum measures
the limits of my existence,
swinging relentlessly back and forth
from a swirling cataclysm of color
to the abysmal blackness
that is the dark cave of my soul.
More than the normal amount of noise
pounds its cacophonic clamor
into the fragile fabric of my psyche
until the broken boundaries
of mortality set my spirit
free to experience
eternal
peace.
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