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Omens
A poem
Abhorrent is the decadence that you display, static;
everything is existence but what is, is because of the dormant son,
excitement becomes sorrowful when love is taken, dark clouds re-appear,
love thyself, when time comes to fruition and the grand, absolute.
At once being told to scream and hush in ignorance,
discourse dances with the Devil and both are born anew,
timely gestures of satisfaction fill the beguiled with air,
sex is overrated, ran under the skin and under the sink, it conditions.
The way a human treats akin, mistaken for a kin,
you are a degree of angular masturbation that one has to achieve,
forced to the degree of the temperature dial or dampness,
nature speak in tongues we cannot understand, yet, perhaps, we feel, it.
The human experience, perhaps an allotted share of the proverbial,
a vestibule of light upon which the murder awaits slight food,
capture the sun, everyone sits under the same shadow,
belittled by everything and everyone that deserves impaired shame.
Among monsters, there sits an apparition that is consistent,
showing one side of the self-being, the human soul expressing itself,
as rapid as the desert shrivels the cacti between the water,
a mirage of the sunken treasure that becomes a virtual dance.
2022
