Poem – Random Thoughts #2

Oak holds up the changing sky.

What is beyond insanity?
At what point do we lose
the essence of self, cascading
into another state of being,
plunged into the darkness
that is nothing and
everything?

And with each turn
the city of industry
hides, changes, destroys
what I previously knew
and where I came from.

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