Scribing in the jaundiced light
Of twin moons, I as Athena prey
Anima perforated
There is no shame in death
No shame in naivete
If it accommodates
Expansive margins
Freedom as courage
Occurs not in the absence
Of uncertainty
But in the diligent pursuit
Of personal truth
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Waste not the bones and organs
For they contain wisdom
Discard the adipose-rich ego
There is no time for idolatry
A signature does not a soul translate
Thankless is the heart
Of the sycophant
Who seeks favors
Through copulation
Of a pharisaical ID
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I convey my soul
In these words
As broken as I am
I do not seek mercy
If madness be indeed
The crown of genius
Than I have worn these thorns
Deep inside
Even more than pain
I fear indifference
Don’t ever let me address tragedy
Coldly without a sense
Of unity
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I belong in the mud, a piglet
Tranquil in humility
I will write viciously in solidarity
Transmuting blood into graphite
I will write viciously in mediocrity
Striving only, to surpass myself
I will write viciously in the knowledge
That the voice most feared
Is the voice that excludes
Denial
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I am still not in the mood to write but I think now it is that I really strained my back and I am in pain