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...Into heat ascending...
I collide with facades of stained white:
A garden of arctic flora... lucid and surreal
A newborn canvas... what work of the sun!
As kissed to to life, soon horribly afflicted
And me... alive, yet scarred and disgusted

...Into numbness descending...
I freeze between shadows of purest gray:
A graveyard of ancient megaliths... dimly and surreal
A yellowed canvas... what atrocity of the dark!
As deprived of life, now spiritually admired
And me... anxious and scared, yet somehow alive.

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