Artwork By: schattenkrahe
As a child there must have been a time
When beauty was more state of being
Than degree of starvation
A time when imagination outweighed
Monetary extraction as it ought to do
In any society that professes itself civilized
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As a teenager
Graphite hearts ran deeper
Than their messy counterparts
And immortality could only
Be extinguished by fire
Which meant, that in order to die,
One had to live impractically first
Mine was a language capable
Of rescinding and reshaping existence
I was a genius because I suffered
The reverse didn’t necessarily apply
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As an adult I find my resignation
Tempered only by discontent
There is red and yellow tape
Beneath which no treasure lies hidden
All my mirrors appear carnival themed
I don’t like the way aging assumes flesh
I am brittle and inflexible
Like an unsuccessful resolution
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I wrote this in the bath which is where I find myself whenever I am unable to produce anything suitable on dry land. I have had vertigo for the last 37 hours so if anyone has suggestions I would be grateful.
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