  Vision Streaks of pale yellow invade your sight Lending a semblance of colour to the pallor of life But all it seems to achieve is to reduce what was once apparent to the trivial Minimalising reality til the past is no more than the memory of a sigh A pained breath of remembrance that comes and goes Passes on not unlike a twist of fate amid the enormity of the universe That reality manifests itself in the imagination after a time Haunting familiar yet different enough to mesmerise And eventually it fades from the recollection of the subconscious even A memory of a memory of a memory that no one sees The selfsame yellow streaks pierce the soul too Dulling the keen knife of human emotion Blunting the edge of the human spirit that encompasses all that is noble Leaving behind a mere shell of a man that can now hardly be called human But rather something decidedly more base and vile that can only be described as animal Until no choice is left but to break that blade off from the hilt Shatter it into a thousand tiny fragments And rebuild your world from scratch      
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