...the time is now, a maddening shadow
I can't remember the shape of things
to come or the diameter of my success
the face of sorrow, hands of tomorrow
or the sinister winds knowing my name
fracturing my soul to eat from my mind
yesterday's omelet in this world divided
by paranoia or forbidden knowledge
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