Binging on cringing,
Dysphoring on feelings,
Abiding in nihil,
The heroes are dying.
Living the youth of the olds,
Prostrating ourselves to Priapus,
Advancing backwards,
The skin is petrifying.
Striving to reverse metanoia,
Gomora is back.
A resurrected Noe
Is building a rocket to run.
Run inward.
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Author:
Florin Dragoș Minculescu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2022 04:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I've got this image of you heading for the hills, followed by millions of others.
deep, no cheap read here
gotta unpack and consider
dense layers
before
we even get: to your poetic voice
and all achieved, in such a succinct write..
(personally
you had me invested with that first line)
thanks for sharing
Thank you!
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