Treading past the bottomless fog,
To fall on flowery gravel –
Twisted with the demagogue,
Truth turns to mere babble.

In the past that she destroyed,
Indices formed the shrapnels.
Irksome voices for their schadenfreude,
Iridescent soul back in shackles.

Miming the charades of the time past
Measuring the frozen distance.
Many a time, missing the cast,
Mulling over tested persistence.

Escaping from the other side,
Encased back into the new.
Eschewing may not change the tide –
End of time isn’t for her to choose.

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