There are songs,
and there are tragedies.

Choral memoried narrations,
chiral self-reflections,
distortions in brittle antimony.

Trailing lines of thought
in unresolved harmony.

To fade and unravel
as from a cocoon, a thraldom.
A song of love, shriven.
A song of hate, forgiven.

To emerge, unfeeling,
deaf to the world's mysteries,
unlike a child.

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