
the yellow smoke described by t.s. elliot, pales by comparison to the clouds in my mind.
lost and wandering through the fog, i'm seeking what one should not find.
the visions created, rest behind my eyes, feel the air i breathe, though, avoid my sight.
continue through the synaptic paths; an answer evaded reveals the light.
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