A Semblance of Normalcy
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    An opening of eyes,
    A bold realisation,
    Loses the meaning it never had.
    Unneeded purpose,
    Merely fabricated
    By minds of self-importance.
    Maybe raining on a parade of life,
    Though seemingly doing nothing,
    Makes oneself griping and numb.
    The visage of spiritus mundi 
    Has yet to appear
    To fill empty words.
    Countless, redundant poetry 
    Circles nothing at all;
    It only serves to rant
    Without plan.
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