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Genius Forsaken
Days further plagued by deprival of mere slumber
Inspirations with it, the fruit which withers
And writhes as a fish withdrawn from waters vital
Wells have passed beyond the shallow
Dust which settles upon lips unquenched and crackened
Animus how I thirst for thee and thy touch arousing
Yearn for kindle, passions or worlds that I once dreamed
Why now set a sky into starless
Eyes wide open and nights only so moonless
That I must befriend the coyote, in his rhythms of agonizing screams
Oh, Lord am I not thy vessel
Why does thou forsaken me blind
Hold back, keep the miracles
Poetry, a rushing water, genius to this mind
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