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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: August 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann Quote: "Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead, let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?" By Rumi ******* Once, I danced a duet of defiance, a crisp sigh in the stillness of the cosmos— until the sickle sang, and the scythe, a leering doppelgänger, shattered my days from the rosy veil of illusion. A pavonine sky gasped through heavy clouds. Each drop of light is a solitary hymn of the soul, The pestilence, unseen by vermin, persists. But with a smile too zoetic to be merciful. Alchemy abandoned me. not the quest for transmuted gold, but the unraveling of verity— in the ravenous search for reason, that cast me into the woods of skepticism, where even the stars seemed to stutter. I swirled in a river of oblivion. washed my eyes in the katabatic abyss, abjured the glamor of who I once was, and grasped the clamor of who I’d become— a wild soul of weary hopes, jerked by the jussive hands of power. The world turned polyphonic— each voice is a tapestry of longing and disdain, each echo is a lamentation of pain, I found myself intrigued by my rival shadow. a weary iconoclast with an ischemic soul. Yet amid the swirling tempest, A glimmer of veridical light coruscated— not to supplant the ache, but to celebrate it, to twist it into a desideratum purpose. I learned to stammer abyssal words, to embrace the loneliness of silence, to whirl with my wounds and gaze through my eyes. where bees buzzed with chaotic harmony. The sky is now stained by nighttime decay. I do not falter in my voice. I do not renounce. In my wreckage, I stand resilient— marvelous in my courage. The sunset is no longer my downfall. it casts a shadow across my soul— a flame that bends and sways, a celestial scar. A life altered, yet intact in its last breath, yet with a willingness to embrace life.
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