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I found this in a 5 year old e-mail to myself, and it struck a chord. Thought I would share.

Slanted landscapes,
Peripheral shadows;
Reality or myth
Is yet to be determined.
Digging deep to ascertain
Serves only to place me deeper;
Bury me beneath what I pull back in.
Analyzation was never
A loyal friend.

Devastation,
Wrapped in anger,
Encompassed in numbness:
A clever disguise for irrefutable frailty.
You test and,
Ever the mindful combatant, I rebut.
You cannot win;
What I’ve yet to determine:
Neither can I.