Vest

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Emcee...

Under geas?

But quest...

The onset far gone

So I press.

 

Laid upon

Every direction

Vise my heart

It calls me.

 

Blind or ignorant?

While not assessed

Perhaps it befalls me

I see the left and right.

 

Hone my vision

Pierce

Open my eyes

Equipment...

 

Aural reach for chord

Again?  Quilete...

Previously false

The cycle's repeat.

 

Wanes the light

Compressed explosion

Overwhelmingly

Failed ascension.

 

Spring held tightly

But leaks

Condensation

It gathers.

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