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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (Inveniam viam) Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn) Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace As life spirals forward, in a world out of control Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist? First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw By David Kavanagh Hms
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