a devoid of light, hearth and felt
no roads to midst
not even acknowledgement from fellow ods
each their own lone ignorance
a seemingly bland progress at a glance....
but if you could pierce those chiffon shells
insert a glass vein, gander the seeming flimsy marrow
be prepared....
that gist would burn and rend the strongest substance known
amazing that something as fragile as a soul's pith
could contain such a hazardous peace
maybe it's just as well we hug the reserve
otherwise the world would have faced an ebullient mishap 'fore now
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