I shall suspend all preconceptions,
walk courageously on down the corridor.
Steady hand upon each and every handle,
turning keys and enduring recollection.
Behind every door, an abandoned piece,
another layer of the aching onion.
Behind every masque, in every costume,
sweet and sour familiarity.
Following the whirlwind of ancient whispers,
I eat and digest all these disowned echos.
Integrating faces, ever-widening the central eye,
fearful yet willing to swallow all I find.
walk courageously on down the corridor.
Steady hand upon each and every handle,
turning keys and enduring recollection.
Behind every door, an abandoned piece,
another layer of the aching onion.
Behind every masque, in every costume,
sweet and sour familiarity.
Following the whirlwind of ancient whispers,
I eat and digest all these disowned echos.
Integrating faces, ever-widening the central eye,
fearful yet willing to swallow all I find.
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