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An Existence of Fallacy
An Existence of Fallacy
The light sky
Filled by heavy darkness
Seeking the sun I find it
Waning
Shut out under a blanket
Of fluffy white down
It won't come out to play
Looking for the stars
This artificial evening harbours no light
The ships are at sea
Standing alone in the dark
Ghosts swoop at me
Voices rumble
Screaming crescendos
Falling as I fall too
Trapped in an icy prison
Feeling so alone
Wanting to explain
It's hard to talk of shadows
Sometimes I see hazy light
Running towards it
Bathing in acid sun
Seeing my hands
My feet
I confess to the ghosts
I cannot hold back
I yell
Holler for it to stop
Call out for darkness
As the sickly yellow light shines on
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O muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending...
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
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