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Pining For a Moment

pining for a moment

away

a moment away from the tedious clutter
of one’s ragged self
one’s wretched being
one’s displaced identity

yearning for a moment

away

a moment away from the idle banter
of one’s swirling mind
one’s lashed thoughts
one’s squashed form

reaching for that moment

away

a moment away from the tattered now
of one’s chattering shell
one’s raw fractures
one’s false truths

attaining that moment

now

a moment lost in its hollow self
in its empty cacophony
its silent despair
its quivering impotence

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