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A Metropolitan Utopia-Part Two
Written: October 26, 2023
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Solace reached through alienation and wisdom
An oasis of calm in a harsh nature seldom
Money and power, as well as sex and death,
Now is a time of opposite frailty and wealth.
Divine and modest, human and synthetic
Painstaking, stressful, poor, and pathetic.
Stress and primal ideas in the civic sphere
And amid those, I cherished them and fled in tear.
Once, I was clasped by their tenderness.
In a bed of swollen truth and senile tendinous
After waking up many times, I believe I foresee
Release of the shackles that utterly tied me.
Swollen, overworked womb and genitalia
Beaten by seasons until coming to Saturnalia
Dreaming and conscious, reticent and cheerful
Death and resurrection induce heed to be dull.
Laughter and bashfulness, kindness and gentleness
Sitting alone by my worth, I am feeling pensileness.
Standing on the water's edge, I may ultimately relax.
Inward, trying to find alternate exits with impacts
Indeed, to "be" is to exist at this exact time.
Cast off the constraints of history to be sublime.
Finally, live a life that fulfills your inner desires.
A soul stood dumbfounded by the bluntness of fire!
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