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When a black ooze seeps across the land,
And blots out that white, that hoary uplifting,
Sinking one’s soul ever deeper into
The crags of insanity,

What comforting branch is there
But the embrace of the flow of energy
Then?

Unless green withers to yellow,
Yellow to brown,
Brown to black,
Black to transparency,
Transparency, transparency
Of that deep, deep void,
Ceaseless through the sphere of eternity,
Eternity...