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One additional layer

meant to mold over and harden

the unsuspecting subconscious mind

of dense and layered cement,

somehow livid with live current;

made red with inorganic torment -

unaware but capable

of clinging, and wringing out thought

to stoke its glow, which never shone through.

Poured by a gentle spigot

painted peach: the first sensation

was one of bliss, which quickly soured.

Vain alarm struck at peak

of revelation, just before

my daylights surrendered to the dark;

I thought as I fell of when

a person may have stepped over

a crack, instead of filling it in.