Crystalline structures shape my consciousness
Wreathing my being with light and distinction
Shadows now dancing over one side of my brain
Now flitting off into the unknown of an abyss
Sometimes thought comes like a bird from high
More often it is fleeting, requiring much art
And technique to pull it through without hurt
Or even much grinding, gears screaming at sky
I am not alone in my own head, nor am I about
The world with others, even when I do conjoin
Myselves together, sharing the loud noisy din
Of community, both the noble one and the lout
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