In utter confusion I explored terrains great and small.
Curiosity befriended me,
Blurring reason and killing my soul.
Though I gave out life I really never had one.
I explored various shores and chores,
Perhaps the pianist keys would strike a chord.
What really are the odds of joy eternal
Or even peace whilst charting the Atlantic?
Alas! The jab of a friendly foe,
Armed with nothing more than a ring
Or strings of nails plunging deep around my neckline,
It all happens so quickly that not even a shout suffice…
…to be continued…
Obaba Museum 
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