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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: June 23, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Bonds packed with zeros—harmony, grief, regrets, In this endless cycle, memory no longer begets. Your poetry is a symphony that stirs my soul. But also a river of nausea in which I swim, whole. Lonesome, dispossessed, my being in unrest, A fetish for the departed, my electrons protest, Darkened with heat and sound, aching for release, Delicate slights, hunger, I cannot appease. Bear me safe, classy, an echo of frustration A decadent counter-revolution, my salvation. Invention, force, and calculation may fade away. But the lessons from failure forever stay. The struggle mistake, the clarity we seek, Caesar black vision is bold and unique. Metaphors communicate wonders untold, As a monkey and a cowrie shell, a story unfolds. The absolute, shallow, and devoid of depth. All surface, a worry that leaves us bereft. To be zealous, and lewd as we bleed at sunrise, That is the contract, the ultimate prize. The journey of life, filled with harmony and strife, Grief and regret are intertwined in this mortal life. Memory fades as we seek a fresh start. And your poetry is an art that ignites my heart. Despite the beauty, a nauseating river flows. A discomfort that lingers, a feeling that grows. I swim in its depths, bare and exposed. Deprived of control, my vulnerability imposed Within me, a fetish for those who have passed. Their presence lingers, casting shadows that last. My electrons, once vibrant, are blackened by pain, Absorbing the heat and sound of their refrain.
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