A sense of numbness.
A quietness of the mind.
A stillness of the heart.
A touch of the surreal.
The world is changing,
revolving,
turning.
I feel motionless,
muffled,
isolated.
The transition has finally come.
If imagination had a heart beat,
Mine would be flat lining.
The calm before the storm.
The phoenix shall rise.
Reflection of a Ham 
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