no need for maps when it all ends the same

the clarity
when mania dawns
doesn’t lessen
the sting of
blank dismissal
but it illuminates
that which was
shrouded in false
refrains of best
intentions gesticulated
yet never truly acted upon

the moonsick fool
inept accept for
pattern recognition
sees the entire map
tracing his fingers
along the series of
dead ends the broken
lodestone follows

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