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Simplicity draws me in With its coveted white noise All-consuming, and bare Not long for this ground No words may travel This blank state of mind As the chorus of white Uncovers my fears My worth My concerns Every atom that slaves
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This frame of mind derails As I reap and roam And gather the world In full For the moment, I live without form An amorphous soul Seeping through the void I’ll toil at another And sow, the seeds of myself And grow into a new day’s role To shift forevermore Aimlessly driven Each era that…
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The plummeting continues Moaning, the entire way down From the droning black skies Downward and downward For the far away taunt of the earth Each day Looming ever-so slight The impact consumes Wringing out every bead All the cries fall away Like incendiary bombs Downward and downward Toward a kindred And fiery doom
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Lost, on a grain of sand All the days are refined To a lone drag of breath A seemingly Infinite rush Through each uncharted flare That emblazes, all hopes and concerns A rush Never cherished Nor deplored In the greatest of chasms The eternal The frigid and mute
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I became the faithful stir On a motionless day Always eager, and bursting With needs The silence Abhorred my breath Every dead-end direction I had hastily tread The desires were many Bustling and twirling beneath Unknown, by their sorrowful host In the aft of the mind They were boastful and clear A disquieted pulse Left…
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All at once I could not speak The excruciating words I had once held close And wearily I fell In each worthless attempt To stand Wavering The whole day away In flames
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I need the intensity of grief A bone-shattering fall In the impregnable dark The ruthless command Of my every pained nerve Every single coursing bead Of their treasured distress I need this callous world And its every restless song The grit, the sprawling grime That cherishes my faults I need to fully live As a…
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I have swum from the shallows of dawn Toward a prosperous noon Toward the depths, of a pulsating dream For the life that surely awaits And riddles each morn With the agony of want, Looming grander and grander This powerful labor overcomes All faces and phases And the whole of my days are lost In…
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Gradually the calm subsides And the frightened retread Through the mercy of silence Prisoners of the mind Spare few and frail words As the whirlwinds descend Swallowing, the clear passive day The prisoners Are lost in themselves As the chatter rolls on In a deafening crusade On through to a great And enticing unknown
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Brushstrokes flame through the skies Emblazing the night With their coveted And faraway wrath
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