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Abysmal Vacuity
Written: February 25, 2024
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In a scene of singing sunlight.
They claim it blurs our sight.
Shall we dare gaze at the sky?
Through dread, the stars fly.
Stoking in a vacuum sway
Beaming banners blare boldly.
A pair of piranhas are plunging.
It is superb, grasping a bright shine.
Love's charm—how do you draw it in?
It makes the task of daring thrilling.
In my fearful forest, I fight forth.
As eyes fry with frantic flutters.
In this twisted yearning, I abhor.
Yet, embrace insight with ease.
Never linger in distress.
Pondering peace without being alone.
Under a moonlit night's shadow.
Thaw flows glide as strings in a ballet.
Words crumble amid stillness.
Fighting a flourishing fear.
Behind your silent mind.
Mute menial mutters manifested.
Crashing curtains once.
Craving to roam free despite caution.
Stripped yet surged by Sibylline.
Serious sunlight speculation.
It could be aggressive and harsh.
Life is devoured without a swash.
It all started with a raw sheet.
As dunes, our tales might alter.
A dichotomy of bravery and intimacy.
In life's transient elixir
Time sands and heroic melodies.
We weave our myths.
with untamed minds and brave hearts.
The sun burns our fragile vision.
Stars glide through the darkness of night.
A sea of absence in their bright blaze.
Intense and vivid as a crocodile swarm.
Love and strength are a delightful test.
In my dark woods, I stand firm.
Yet your eyes wiggle with fever.
Stirring a desire I loathe but crave.
Predicting, a glove well-woven.
I don it with hope and dread.
Suffering from a wild yearning agony.
Serving solace sans seclusion.
Twists of gloom below the moon.
When wind waltzes with woolen wires.
Words wobble with weight of wrath.
Silence deters us from soaring upward.
And decry your vacuous diction
Awaiting unfurled sheets.
So anxious to be heard and set free.
The draperies previously yielded.
Fetching for freedom to flourish.
Copyright ©
Sotto Poet
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