Lifted up on the wings of clarity,
Seeing stars form and die within seconds
As thin air is woven into reason before me,
All thoughts become a newfound agony
Although it is so cold up here
I dare not long for the warmth,
and although it is so clouded
I am seeing clearly for the first time
Soul blackened by the stain of knowing,
I will stay up here forever
In my state of agonised enlightenment
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