numb. i feel nothing but numb,
this cold darkness just envelops me
and all i am is...
[this nothingness has killed my identity]
is an entity, just falling -- falling fast now
enlightenment [of a fiery passion] inside me:
light up this "[r]evolutionary" spark within me,
imagination addiction, truth’s become fiction and
on a clear day, i can see forever.
the birds are damned, we cannot fly away,
the gods have forsaken us [me and you now]
out of socrates’ cup i drink sweet poison.
it is a last communion of poets: a pretense.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-12-12 at 00:09
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