Far away I see it come
Trotting nearer, in me it will plunge.
Piling words I slowly fade
Paling me down shade by shade.
These fears and plights and imaginations,
I wriggle and mumble in desperation
Until I am left standing alone
Deterring, demolishing like a cyclone.
Excreting out a beautiful face
Until I am stripped to a distasteful state.
Like a pointless pole I settle in
Stills after stills I finally feel.
I dare to take my first breath.
This new born body - I will never possess
As my mothful fears sink in one by one
Hiding, awaiting another moment to haunt.
Till they can flutter their frozen wings again
Their dusty fog encroaching my brain.
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