Something unseen
Deep inside,
Not outwards facing,
But rather who we are,
And what we do.

This thing called life,
A conundrum,
Puzzle of the ages,
Not answering to any
Or wherefor,
But rather dancing
Capriciously close to the edge
Of that same abyss we all share,
Like the clown from hell,
Razor sharp teeth
Coated in blood,
Evil glint in eye,
But what is inside?

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