visceral solstice


breathing silence, awaking to a dream
comatose and diligent, in search for the fleeting path to sleep
toiling like a mortal for but the slightest divinity

left the modern world behind
for i致e but no other way to find
the alien within my heart
reflected in the distant stars

a countenance to prove
that i really am human
but when i look in the mirror
all i see is time
in bloom

and though it shall forever seem
impossible
that i could be more perfect
in abating my own flaws

and though it shall forever seem
implausible
for one not to contradict oneself
to deny his humanity
one must live it
to live humanity
one must accept it

until the memory of life
has long-since been washed out with the tides
eroded with the sands of reality
the autumn of a cold sun
the winter of a new birth
lost in the wake of a transient adolescent mirth

come spring communal, in a bright array of emerald parade
separating old from new, past from future, me from you
and now that i am alone
for the first time
i understand that i知 really not a product of
evolution after all
i知 never truly changing
i知 merely aging
i知 never truly waking
i知 merely fading

in the light of all existence
i致e found that my soul is never truly changing
i知 just growing old




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