Sibylline poems
Deliquesce on the surface
Of my spineless tongue
Palpable, my aversion
Of the present tense
Of words close enough
To dispel
Those mythologies
On which my tenuous sanity
Relies
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What if your gaze
Fell on my words
In a moment of weakness
Misconstrued
In favor of subtraction?
What if you shatter
Because I’ve given validation
To your unspoken fear?
If we suffer the same doubts
Will you find us irreconcilable?
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I will not speak of this moment
When my emotions are still volatile
When I am unreasonable, shaken
Anger would only distort the meaning
Perhaps on waking
I will not even feel the same
So many relations severed
That I might pacify
A transient deviation
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Do not ask how I feel
Let me be the first
To know
Whenever my heart speaks
My lips will follow
Ignore the ravings
Of this mad brain,
For it knows nothing of logic
Despite its devious manifestos
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