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 Chain lead to my avarice 

 So this hole I will dig, deeper with the rabbit foot 

 Tossing earth like some habitual salt ritual 

 Empty my empathy cask; so droplets of Amontillado saturate my discernment 

 To be reborn like the morning dew 

 Leaving in it's place a ruminative blemish

 Drawing attention to a solitary splotch evokes disdain for one's integrity 

 Panoramically encapsulate their mosaic arrangement of fractals 

 Interlacing our deep-rooted insecurities 

 To form your own Rorschach ink blots 

 Interpret what is uniquely yours 

 If pride rules your expression. Hang this loudly from your bedside!

 If shame torments your consciousness...Burn this promptly 

 Turn pages....Turn pages 

 Nighttime reflections wrote this. Obvious ode to Poe. I hope it's not in bad taste. From my story "A Day in the Life".