The juncture of conflict is a raw musty cave;
An atmosphere clamors like mobs in the ancient world
to penetrate the superfluous brain of the representative.

He darts into the antechamber/sexes with a person there;
voices of discontent swirl in the air. The healing vaporizes
between the led and those who scramble to lead. The peace

is disturbed. Many arrive to explain the confusions to the
        lost.