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cycle of disgust (part one)

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I hammered on the wooden door
with the sole purpose
of recognition.
Who is he and why
am I not known.

Hollow bashing, faster
on the portal
"enter at will", encarved
in the brown substance
Still, no bridges lowered
no bells to anounce.

The staircase turns around
while belting out
the filthiest laugh ever,
dark as the eyes of madness,
with hollow echoes surrounded.

It reminds me of myriads,
searching, not for truth,
but for their noses' filth,
using unpolished fingers

My bones break themselves
upon the closed entry,
once more, the answer
appears to be silence

damn him, a horizon spot
with the fading sunset as final
corona to emphasize
his nihillity