in dispended judgement
coming from shapes
and forms of disbelief.
The chattering mind
fights and dispels
in incalculable cruelty.
The heart in steady
flowing accepts the oracle
and soothes in transformation.
A crashing sense,
a flashing vision
steals the mundane
when nobody's looking.
Warily the shrouded
verdict takes hold
in thought and escape.
The mind sees calamity,
the heart holds peace,
but who decides?
I wonder who decides
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