It started on an off-chance glance,
Checking the texture and viscosity
Of folded paper in shaded pixels.
What you need is nothing given
As shown by the length of each line.
You're taking deeper breaths now
And tucking yourself into a smile.
You've found your self-governance
And everyone in you obeys it,
All your demons sound asleep
Under the angel light they pray in.
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