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so here there is no universe.

far from you, i cant relate

the world can fall away,

but i remain, constant, prevalent ...

and plagued.

my concerns for the earth

are in shady disarray,

no movement could i serve,

but to myself, to emulate

the ironic falseness,

of what everything has come

to be.

empty voices speak deafly to my ears

shallow waters quench my thirsts,

blood soils the ground, as i disperse

the inner quality, of my properties,

in the serious tone, of my verse.

i fumble for light in the darkness.

the subtle leaves me vacant, for

it's not enough to hold on to,

i distance myself from all the rest

that clutter and abuse, the space in my head,

even though, i let them.

should we severe, only to reward ourselves

with better, more convenient friends?

remove the inconsiderate?

am i needy to selfishly want to run

from what i place in expectations and demands,

to say no more, to cut myself off

from what others cannot always offer in return?

do i think me God?

struggle in the dialogue, and, suffer it's consequence,

i always say.

i have come to learn

to know my place, in the way i captivate

and openness be it's own reward, to the day,

in which, i emulate the

rhetoric and nothingness, but still life,

existance. a vertigo.