Through frosted glass
The light refracted, scattered
Leaving whites upon many whites
Repetition of the same
Made different by the similar
Enchanted
By the fractured nothing
The dull resonating emptiness
Filling, overspreading, consuming
Without path to tread, an end to reach
A still inertia, laying dormant
Numb
Of stalled mind, halting heart
Purpose lost, long left
A dwindling, a rotting
The eye of focus, traded
For hypnotic oblivion
Comatose
From action, voluntary inaction
Vacant eyes, staring blind
The comforting cold of flaccidity
The lucid calls of placidity
An existence without existing
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