Axis of Revival

To reinvent.  Become again.  This has eluded me.  Grown worse over time… and I do not know what I am seeking, nor do I know for sure anymore how to seek it.  Palingenesis, come to me, to the pew on which I sleep.
Hear me!  Hear my plea!
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Love waned and months.  Months slipped by unnoticed.  Aside the window of a train a book slipped from my hand of celibate dealings and chaste philosophies.  Maybe all was another place, another place and another time.
From the gallows I watched, I watched then and I watch now.  I was never sure where to turn, the sun always in my eyes above the crowd gathered to find the end.  To seek demise.