It was chaos. A shift of color, of mode, of speed.

It’s too much, too soon, I cannot stay, I’ll bleed.


Seconds camouflaged as months

became months camouflaged as seconds.


It was calm. The shift of color, of mode, of speed.

It’s too much, too soon, I cannot leave, I’ll bleed. 


Immersed in the storm, chaos became the norm,

a learned welcome swarm, that stripped away a uniform.


Just four months stood on this balcony,

and I learned to be,

its lights never to rest, 

forever to guide me.

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