"Entwined rhythms of Solitude and Silence,
echoing song of the muses' chorus.
But one is missing, scarring their music with dissonance;
without Serenity's voice, there's little hope for us."

There's a lot going on in this particular piece. I don't want to say what specifically, as I generally believe people should derive their own meaning from poetry (or any art, for that matter). I will say that... this piece was something of a tool for sorting out my own thoughts over the last couple days. Things have been... complicated lately, both inside my head and out in the world.

Thanks for reading, and be safe out there people.