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a strange temple

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that regards itself
crying in darkness
the middle of two lines
i can't stand it
pulling around the
foolish tree
the being that wished
upon me for an
episode that talked
louder ever than
my words could portray
my lungs burning
with sensation
warping my feet
the hands
the gods asked
me to wash
bow down
to this strange temple
a template that
wishes to call me
to the midnight
when i introduce
myself in
a newer light
tightrope walker
in silence
shake my hand
nice to meet you
where the clouds separate