the path to stillness is ever sullen with noise,
what fades to black becomes illuminant all of a sudden
in the eerie of nowhere, moonlight appears frigid
and guides me to a conspiracy unwritten
the moment that was, and the moment this is,
enamoured by disloyalty and indifference
even the scented wind carries an air,
and pretends to have known me never
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