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Poetry and Confusion: Deities.
Confusion runs through the mind over and over,
Spinning until my thoughts face backward,
My senses turned top side under,
Then thrown back around.
Confusion is ceased only by seranading music.
Music that would send a quiver up the leg,
Through the spine,
Relaxing the pain, making it temporarily dormant,
Pulsating aches are diminished by the slow smooth bass,
Sharp stabbing pain behind the throat is gone,
Overrun by the mortal voices entering my mind,
Their poetry translates into mine,
Mine into theirs, as they are written at unison.
The world is moved into a single diety.
No choices just one task,
One action,
To write to their poetries.
Their lyrics move into my head,
Softly burning away fears, and tensing fingers,
Eagerly moving my fingers into motion.
The song ends and there is silence again.
Utter terror once more,
The lyrics stop,
The pain returns into my temples,
Into my throat,
Into my body,
The walls are breached I had built,
Then choices return,
Finally confusion sets in.
I awake to find only this....
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I rolled four times and landed on my feet
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