World gazing.
It appears, as if I have been at this for days in.
In a trance, so advance.
In spite of my insight,
it has me overwhelmed to the point that my pleasure may yet be misread by my cognitives.
For it is in a sense morbid.
A plain of shade, marooned away.
Only my misery,
to keep me company.
Leading with my calling card;
all smiles.
Murdock
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