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Sentences cultivated,
Lay foundation
In the Temporal Lobe,
Evoking dormant embers
To feverishly flourish,
Encircling my entire frame.
Eruption of a dying sun,
Inspiration scorched throughout my soul.
This vessel, now charcoal
From spontaneous combustion.
Concussive cracks of your catalogue
Reverberate around the skull,
Chaperoning with them
A sense of shell shock
Engulfing my imagination.
A trail blazed
By your ideas,
You appeared
Before me as
Virgil to my Dante.
The journey along this boundless vein
Has only just begun.
Be my compass.
Be my guiding light.
Be my shepherd through
This indefinite Hell
I am about to challenge.
About the Creator
Kyle Ross
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