I plunged
Into a murderous sleep
With concrete limbs
Obeying, the quicksand’s pull
Among the tombstones
Proud, grey and stern
They scaled higher and higher
In the gradual wane of the surface
Thunder and rain
Were a natural send off
Like mournful, pattering snares
With Mauser’s raised
For their unified salute
Once tame reveries
Lunged forth
With a primal hunger
As the world softly droned
In comfortable monotone
War raged inside
In short harrowing bursts
Unraveling my fabric
In every mile conquered
I recovered with haste
Through white, luminous halls
My nerves
Stewing in agony
Fearful, of the nights to come
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