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Perspective IMoonlit tears trace concentric circles on The surface of the stream. Movement betrays The frame for a window, backlit, the dawnPerspective I
Alarm stricken, halts various inlays. Images blur, fade, you're lost in the stream. Clarity, deceptive in full, always Casts doubt, unnecessary doubt. The dream Where the window remains tangible frays.
But even the furtive circles leave clues; "Meaning is everywhere," but I've heard urns Less circular speak around me; Free cues To quote from memory, the idea burns
A shadow in the field, where I gaze, The starlit being -- the truth in the
by ~4rc-the-One-and-Only
Ode to a SemblanceRecall, recollect a hastily written past. Remember apparitions from dark dreams, Reminders of loved ones long thought absent. React to those feelings of inadequacy. Rescind the horror Stemming from perceiving. It’s my mind that yet, still; lies. reeling.Ode to a Semblance
Reclaim the path that gave Recourse the hidden seams Where all my past, present, future gleams. It’s not enough to let a proxy Redeem my long refused regret that now glistens In a recessed corner, No longer to deceive;
And once removed the pain will be gone.
It is a se
by ~4rc-the-One-and-Only
A Sunday DriveAs the rain pours down upon the pavement I can’t help but scrutinize the greyness Of the sky. It seems fitting; the ailment giving the sky penultimate darkness seems to warn of inevitable stillness. But the drops, like tears, still fall silently, As my mind drifts back and forth listlessly.A Sunday Drive
Sixty miles away you are waiting for My arrival, and yet its difficult To say whether I’ll want to see the door Behind which you’ve lately endured insult; Unsure of with whom to really consult. At least pathology doesn’t work today, So perhaps a repriev
by ~4rc-the-One-and-Only
Ode to EmpathyThey tell me o’er the net that empathyOde to Empathy
Is long dead, decaying, ne’er existed
That such a feeling could exist is filthy
They said; sadly I believed; bereav d.
Saintliness, false precept, denied, descried,
Believability would ne’er reside
Within the hearts of these who but deride.
Aside: Asunder tear we hearts therein.
But I shall answer thus to this cruel charge: That words, the power o’er gods hath had always, And justly so their keen blades hide the marge That hath to hearts been used to set ablaze. &
by ~4rc-the-One-and-Only
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