Like a sudden drop of step, an accident –
You didn’t try to fall – it jolts your nerves awake.
Truth, beauty; both now banished.
There it sits, silently smirking, laughing at your pain, scoffing at its own agility.
It tricked ten million men into following it – ten million plus one.
Like a lover one yearns for but is forbidden to touch,
It deliberately drove you nearer to her scent,
And you, no longer permitting suffering, lurched for it!
The shadow of a great thing is left behind,
Hiding far deeper in corners and stumbling down,
Down the cursed stair –
Until not even a shadow will find you there.
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