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the punishment
the punishment was living the rest of his life as a mortal / to drink cheap wine / eat fatty food with no greens / to seek love / only to find / empty beds
the punishment was living the rest of his life as a mortal / to drink cheap wine / eat fatty food with no greens / to seek love / only to find / empty beds
days of meh / gutter writing / a scent of sewage / ‘tween pages / Days of joy! / Pulitzer prizes! / Bling! Bling! / Going places! / then shaking / sweating / the cellar dark / the rats nibbling / on pages wet / on pages smelling / another night / has finally ended
“The only difference between my avatar and me; myself and I; is a handful of filters, some I wish I could apply for real; to soften the edges”
– me,
The language of my dreams
is Silence
Muted colours flickering
among Shadows
Mist and mostly
twilight fills the
Path of Righteousness
without knowing
if it is me walking
or the Silence
talking
The painting
never finished,
The poem
without ending,
The words
almost spoken,
Chains of perfection – Suffocation of souls
I carry my swords / across the Pampas / I carry my swords / across the seven seas / I carry my swords / across the heavens / in search of freedom / in search of peace