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The Scarcity of Silence

His time
Was better spent languishing
In the bittersweet foam
And bone-white silence

Beyond
The full-heart chorus of kin
Rife
With their myths
Of unfettered pride

His time
Was better spent
Drowsing in peace

Beyond
His fellow man’s lash
Their verse
Ever-lively, yet stale

His time
Was ensnared
Passive
And loyal to all

To the restless hordes
Who dared
To lend
Their hollow words

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Once Again in the Pale Unknown

The pale unknown curves
To appease
His starved
And reckless whims

In crumpled sheets
Molded and mangled
Lost, in the throes
Of lofty words

He lays claim
To every spire
Each ivory mountain
Of imperfection

Swallowed whole
In the vise
The maddening chorus

The will he bears
In the hold
Of lifelong distress

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The Relentless Clasp

I am spoiled
In their infinite clasp
By the ruthless garbs
All singing
Of far-ago trials

No hour is spared
No road
Wanders free

For they wield my all
This roving
Human disarray

Tattered and heaving
Enclosed
By my chosen snares

These rags sustain me
Through the sprawl
Of daily despair

Yet the world
Pours through
In cold
And sorrowful
Abundance

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Runaway Composure

I scale the walls
With pestering resolve
Enclosed
In ravenous
Delight

As the beehive drones
In mind
Fully shroud
By a heedless
Fog of rapture

The savagery
The primal
We stave each day
Burrows forceful and pure
Marrow deep

Runaway composure
Jets far
From this ruin

From this spoiled wreck
Engulfed
By infernal flesh

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The Passing Torment

Perhaps
It was merely
A passing affair

Shroud
In its veil
In the waves
Of unburdened sleep

In few
Towering moments
These hopes hold true
Lost beyond
Our tormented age

It was all
But a ghastly
And murderous
Façade

Then the world transpired
In gilded
Fiery splendor

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Greater Despair

Daily I sway
In their scowling shadows
Far above
The earthbound womb

In slanderous words
I coil
Braving their might
The scorn
Of their fearful refrain

By daylight’s hand
I sway and turn
Wrung dry
Depleted and cold

Extinguished too soon
By each foul
And tormented gust
Brimmed
With a greater despair