an excerpt

and in this night we stray
perchance we may find grief
and encounter remorse strung into a rosary
each bead bearing witness to
a contemptuous lie, a palpable delusion,
reflections upon which we have built
this sturdy mountain of truth
if you ignore the ignorance we are steeped in,
i will tell you that i know the meaning of these words

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Wisteria vines

I have lost
ability for agile speech and
finding meaninglessness in things mundane
and have infused a sense of
dainty religiosity
tempered with aromatic musings
into a life that is worth living, worth falling for,
but never lived and never felt
And in the process of this arduous acquisition
of missing pieces that were perhaps overlooked, perhaps simply
cast aside,
somewhere alongside winding roads of poetry [...]

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