Spinning deeper,
concentric circles.
Amid flash of light,
oppressive illumination
Further,
faster now
Helplessly grasped,
yet, blindly agreeable.
Cold hands,
warm heart.
Epiphanies found,
leading only to unreachable ends.
As we enter the depth of night,
still shining seems the light.
"Beneath the rule of men entirely great, the pen is mightier even than the sword."
-Zeitgeist
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