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Burden of Broken Ties

Written: December 31, 2024, Contest: Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann _________________________ Welcome into the world, with grazing blue eyes and sapphire tresses, the pariah vermin, cerberus skulks, cherubic smiles convey doodle simulacrum, and exquisite porcelain skin, a gushing infant lifted the burgundy blanket. unleashed his requiem of ruin. Say “Christ” today and share gently wield “Buddha” or loiter in between unidentified akin to a lover first kiss, as constabulary, threatening death, It subtly exudes sedum even amid vast scrapyards colossal ravenous behemoth of steel and serration, reclaiming roost, Carmine trickles from my maw, In northern Khatmandu Nook, a yellow one-eyed idol stands a lively borough underneath a modest marble cross shape, a broken-hearted grace works by Mad Carew tomb while the Yellow God  watches and waves eternally. Seek south, where the light glows north of "Thousand Gardens," shows flow on lush slopes, Collyrium, and Anjâna bow. wandering beneath lush Mahuan trees middle samsara to reach nirvana on the hilltop, glittering sisters gather In Phalgú Clasp, hiking on a sacred river clop to Gâya and scarlet Barabar-Hills. Near that river is a nettlesome spot "Uruwelaya," as it was once known broken sandhills; bower on edge, I relish pondering over the golden glow It thumps tirelessly in my heart refuge,  Anahatta, yours, loyal friend? Understand its fervor! A dull iron avenue after a six-year rain dash, don't linger join your joints on a journey of  ephemeral and permanent, master movement imitation, as falling stepping on a broken shavings  threw his soles into excruciating pain, an unexpected, sad cold it shouldn't and makes you grin through your sepulchral sorrow. God-powerful men strolled rough sandalwood souls savoring sanctity  sweating and twitching eyes. Gaze at Golden chest as the king asks "Where on earth" Is this? remarks reflect honesty shared spot with a quirky wrap, whispering awes in dark azure. Mighty men swiftly seize them from the dark, as folded forms from forgotten folds, he warms them with his charming aroma, Lucky ping-pong peepers are pitch-black spheres. We wistfully wish away the warm, wretched sun, believing that only bloodthirsty beings rule supreme. We’re born burdened, bulbous-headed beings with skeletal, sinister toenails. succumbed to the stagnant scent of seasoned sod, noxious sigh. Touching tangible, tethered to totality, a thin thread of atmosphere while still snugly nestled in a nurturing nook. I witness both Chrismas Buddhism On the second day of the collapse, the beginning of a brand-raw era. Being thousands of years of age the hair on my head still illuminated, as if by a second moon, it was too dark to view the way. . . our eyes singed the sky. . . Let us watch with dominic crimson on a chest that sang forgiveness, and watch the quarry frogs locked inside the stygian river of my backyard starvation gnawing at my innards foghorns signaled the cease of inhibitions in our dreams scattering detritus, fangs shimmer and. . . it was a forlorn begging noise that relinquished the dim luminescence, daylight. The empress of Babylon was slain his noxious harlequin is etched in urban quilt lives on as a bloody, indelible memorial, Inexorable rancor killed a 2025 years, be near me, guide me, and show me! how cast me a glimpse of future sights!

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Date: 1/2/2025 1:55:00 AM
This magnificent poem provokes thoughts of different cultures, making the reader wonder what stance he should take. It is marvellous in its vivid imagery and profound ideas.
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