Nth power

 Nth power.

We are humans to the nth power.

We surge even when souls are sour.

Just like the sacred of all exquisite gold &

much more valuable than mephistopheles could hold.

Think about the chalky moon in the sky,

And the breeze bewildering the silent crowds; 

With no fury or mislead depression,

Leaving simple and decided impressions. 

No matter how many years flow through the mighty gallows,

The hatred carved on the ego-walls will only trace out a few.

We gather, chivalrous if we trod past hauls;

It's how the novel should end and the obvious call.

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To be continued