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O earth, give this intense cursed silence

to this body.

In this ruthless division of time

give a solitary abyss to hide face

when I cannot stand against oppressive tide.

There is no heart, no love, no remorse – just

meaningless festivities in streets and alleys

where I, too, stand under the neon lights.

I ache as I watch them rip apart others

all in the name of doing right, fun, and games.

Who am I to know what is right? For my

reality defines my stride, – so I stand. I voice…

Often I stand alone, to measure the circumference

of the moon, while pondering the depths of death.