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What worth am I

in all this madness
what worth are you
in the depths 
of all this sadness

there, 
see the flight path 
to elevation 
inside the feels; 

inside the fields
of darkness 
spring wells of 
orbs popping light

the half-stride
of trying phantoms
planting seeds, 
half-baked poetry

running 
through the veins 
the golden fields 
of darkness

minutiae sleeping 
with Morpheus
under the velvet blankets
of Elysium 

terra firma robes 
overly well worn 
divested now 
in waking

kissing the farewell
to be received blessed,
annointed in the essence 
of the uncommon 

there, 
the busy minded, 
the unnaturally gifted -
The Poets ...

call you,
see -
the flight path 
to elevation 

inside the outside inside -

or, called back outside, 
there you remain, 
forever fixated
on cracking the inside 

the hoax planted 
in a dybbuk box 
unfounded 
unworthy demon 

sunken 
treasure
buried forever
grounded

hear them all, see,
inside the common feels,
the uncommon Poets 
call you

see,
the flight path 
to elevation 
reaching 

inside the outside inside




Candide Diderot. ‘24 





crosses.

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