It happened again,
An impulse,
A moment,
A weakness,
I didn't contain my inner angels,
As they sang a tune of hope,
And out it poured,
Emotion, truth even.
And like oil, it caught fire,
Blackness, flames, smoke.
And words cannot be withheld,
And I said it, something true. Something felt.
A most beautiful emotion, a thought.
And a hydra formed of flames,
And a naked whiteness burnt my vision.
And I sat, bare feet upon solid ground,
Swaying like smoke.
Void, empty, null.
And nothing was left yet for hope.
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