Human beings be like I must create something or i will kill myself
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constellation
i think of city skylines,
of alpine eyes—wide and bright,
and i wonder
why do i fail to want
while others are ravenous?
my ambition was once a
tall tree, & then it
whittled down to a branch,
then a twig
the winter air
has a different voice each year
and this time
it will be loud and clear
i am what i never was:
calm,
albeit still
(too still)
if the mind were a sky,
then desire
would be starlight—
it comes & goes,
it comes & goes
futility
i am
a dim diamond,
a soulless sea,
a melted memory
i was not always
this way;
i lost my luster
trying to cure
a cave’s darkness
& have thus become
like the cave:
hollow
and silent—unless
i’m echoing
what someone else
has said
i did not have
much light
to begin with,
but i gave it all up
anyway
and the cave i tried
to cure
remains just
as dark
as before
so what was it all for?
what was it all for?
obsolete
the world is an ornament—
a temporary decoration
for the universe
the answer can’t exist
without the question;
the question is its own
deity
spineless, invisible:
i am the sky on legs,
starry-eyed,
with clouds for a mind
i cannot reverse me
or what i have become
but at least
a few of my dreams
have escaped sleep
//nowhere is somewhere,
somewhere is everywhere\\
over the years i’ve learned
that the words don’t matter
as long as
you say them
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