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(...) I am a factory reject (...)

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My head is raining blood, I live under the blue of the days My hands fist into doves That fly up high Into the geometry of my thoughts As distorted memories of a world The sea has erased Its silence holding the dream I cannot forget When you wore movies in your eyes And poems in your lips

I hide in my sleep But sleep no longer feels safe Doors open for my name But i don't belong in the room I look into the mirror Autopsy pale A ghost drifting through life Barely living Scattered by a purple gale

Hot enough to melt hopes into regrets As the night falls, The dark night of the soul I am I Am I Was I was

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I fell for you Even before I met you

And now …

Now you are just a scream Trapped inside of me As Spring bleeds Into Summer

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(...) I am tired of burying empty caskets (...)

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A night of shifting gazes Breaking the fourth wall And staring straight into me As fear trickles in droplets Of ancient amber Cradling a wing that once flew Across the abyss that joins The two sides of despair

I stand here At the end of meaning Longing for the familiarity Of a landscape of ruins I once called mine Searching for myself And wondering how The chrysalis became the butterfly That reflects on a mirror The image of a winged caterpillar

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Only the unforgiveable is worth forgiving

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Blue skies and deep seas

I am at the cutting edge

Of obsolescence

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Went to the pill-popper today

Checked my blood pressure

It read 237/170

"You should be dead !" - says the pill-popper

"I am, it's been years ..." - I say

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"Humans are Gods with anuses, creatures capable of infinite imagination, trapped inside a finite bleeding meat that decays and suffocates"

in "The Denial of Death" by Ernest Becker

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I am playing a character

Based on me

So the question is

Who am I ?

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What keeps me going Is the consolation of death No more boredom No more anger No more frustration As the indignities that make a life mount up I just count the days down

And sometines something happens Something wondrous A passing smile that Shines from a pretty face An unexpected greeting A forgotten book on a shelf

And then i just start again Reset the clock And restart counting down As indignities mount up

inspired by "Cope", a short movie by Anthony Sutcliffe

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ashes to ashes

dust to dust

i do what i must

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And when I am no longer there I will still sneak in From time to time And touch your loneliness Feeling it between my fingers As if a piece of silky velvet Carrying the scent That colours my dreams

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cobblestones spread the

cubic granitic word, carved

geometries of ancient cities

dead languages of dead souls

gilgamesh gripping iron handles

that keep the books in place,

well ordered sets, countable

transfinite ordinals, sitting in

the shelves of myself, legs

hanging from the precipice

jumping to match velocities

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Just an old book on a shelf Moldy leather covers Of days long gone Uncut blank pages That carry No story, My story

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Today you asked me what you did for me. "You exist", I replied. You smiled. We parted. That's all.

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Tonight we shall dance To the rhythm of silence Older than the stars