rejuvination
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Chaos consumes the essence of my soul
Creating clouds that circle the once pale blue sky of my past
Choppy waves of the ocean encompass the earth from below
Choking, gasping for air
Standing atop the world,
Feeling the wind whirl around me,
I gaze into the distance.
Gradually the darkness is banished,
The stars fade to the glory of the golden globe
That rises high above me.
