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Emptyness in Harmony

He listens to fountains of desiccated tears in the desert of his mind Tastes echoes of vacant sounds from the soul of dissonant void Disintegrated unison reaches out to his blind visons' flashing blisters He smells feelings of decay pumping in heart failure’s congestion The hallowed devil dances in Valhalla and consecrates cacophony Until the clock strikes midnight in the no man’s land of no return Blinded by detection deafened in awareness he retreats into his shell Returns to the safety of shibboleth’s indecisive loneliness With what remains of distant passion he gathers cinder’s fragments Strikes a match from heaven and listens to the wood worms crackling The ‘bonne’ fire raises his spirits in a fluent synthesis of emulated immolation Finally he throws caution to the flames and feels the heat again 02nd June 2019

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Date: 6/3/2019 4:16:00 AM
Thank you Silent One.
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Date: 6/2/2019 4:15:00 PM
This is an excellent poem... Glad he put the match out..
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