It reverberates around me
Something that I cannot see
A nervous energy, a life of its own
It will not reveal to make itself known
But its true source is the manifestation
The life of which was your creation
Created amid that chaotic thought
That surfaced when things seemed wrought
Bury the past and rob tomorrow
The journey is what matters not the sorrow
Learn now what you can't forget
Before the coming of the great maggot
The reverberation will sometimes come
Just remember that it loves no one.
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