The wind flows in rhythm,
and the oceans sleep in peace.
The earth moves quietly,
and the stars shine normally.
Then the sun turns so bright,
it bares shadows in its wake
and the thundering rocks fell
and made quivering earthquakes sail.
The darken figures become so big
their teeth sharpen in size
gnawing at the core from inside out.
Tsunamis invade, drowning
tunnels with no light.
The core stuck between walls.
Its breaking, carrying weight,
reconstructing, and breaking
infinitely
The shadows grow bigger.
Lights get brighter.
Rays soak the core of being
and the universe sinks in infinite peace.
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The Maze of Curiosities
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