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Renascence Ii
Everything has been lacking in my life. When I inhaled such as venting brain smoke. To create a commotion or keep me awoke. It was a stupid game that wasn't endless strife. When I screamed, infinity surrounded me, I swallowed the cry and covered my chest, twisting the notion and unclear to suggest, I looked across the glass with declining ability. Rejecting the purpose of hedonistic fantasies Once, I rooted on one which was now missing. Still aspiring to the heights, and reminiscing. Stargazing, though, hinders horrible realities. I was guilty of sin, atonement, and sorrow. My distress was at all moral rules and hate. What's the root of all the apathy, envy, and bait? I sought solace from every sorrow and furrow. Each had unique needs and felt a blazing fire. One myriad spirit crawled, died, and grieved. It was late for the hungry man to feel relieved. I saw his eyes, heard his sigh, and felt his desire. I spotted a large fog bank on two sunk boats. I had no relief in pain, and the final gasp is mine. My grief was met by the tide on my fishing line. Once the sky falls, a river of howls rips the throat. Written: October 20, 2022
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