The Route: Poetry

When the Defenses fell,
I stood in an emotive desert,
fragile as a newborn babe

At my back,
I could still feel the lingering chaos,
that sentient unrest seething

I acknowledge that I 
am not the first to attempt
navigating the Infinite

Wiser minds than I 
have gone this route

Emerging from these sands
with a static kind of fulfillment,
having met their neurotic craziness head on.

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