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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: October 11, 2016

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Submitted: October 11, 2016



Men, alas, all is over;

I am a child, return to your wives!

ignore the fools and their gold, for I am a pirate and my love drowns in the Sea’s reflection,tipped and battered; all was born and bred west. Don’t fret! For all rivers are the sea and such mood was fragile- I was not true to myself but true to another- what a mistake! If not here, when? for death is but a breath of inherent infinancy in infinity; mother-God- how long has my soul been wet? Shush morning, darkness whispers…


One who wishes to learn must leave school- and the battered robes entwined with childhood filfth! Night awaits,alone, for the kiss of a daydream and I wait for a kiss of a naked breath; all is improvised yet anticipation is awful upon stage. Boo! Let it be an act-let the echoes of a heart beat forever; all is a lie for there is no truth but I! Innonence rests for I am loosened from my body, whose the owner of these arms? I bare the weight of death yet I have not held the weight of a soul; what a waste- Ha! Look brother,

A new ship has arrived upon the horizon…

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