spilling out the corners of your gutters

slipping through the cracks in the pavement

Down, down, down.

A slow descent into madness.

Madness, they say, to seek nothingness.

Merge, merge, merge.

Past the subconscious curtain.

Squeeze through the pipes.

Seek shrines and see pinnacles.

Glory, glory, glory.

But the lights are guttering out all around us.

Why can't you see them?

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