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Opportunity wasted.
The face of a mountain,
Collapses - but the rigid, earthen spine stubbornly lingers;
In absolutely silent protest.

Brilliant, subtle rays of solar luminescence pierce the oppressive canopy.
A burst of vivid clarity -
Fleeting, volatile comprehension.

Conscious, we sink -
Pry apart the horizontally sealed door.
For freedom lies ajar.

Precariously balanced over the gaping threshold, we endure a
Blanched sustenance -
Gut-wrenching fear at the apex
Of potential.

Hanging in the balance - we may create, consume, regain.
Relive, regenerate.

Time after time.

The climax unflinchingly, infallibly
Leads to a downfall.

"Ni gui xing?"

Boring fuck.