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I thought I might yield
In the womb of your presence
Catching only gists
And laughing when it suits me
Eyes confined behind
An eclipsing smile
Ears an instrument,
Like a shell
Retelling the blues
Of a misanthropic sea
I have no use
Of poems or hymns
I intend to stew in the scenery
Catching pixels as sperm
Praying that my mind
Is still fertile enough
To recompose
I’ve never cared
For templates
It’s what I feel
That’s extraordinary
The love I have
For the unseen
Which diverts mention
Sometimes I just need
To be silent
Like a barnacle sucking
With great reverence
And introspection
The beast it serves
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