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         across the Universe,       

            i mention a craven resignation

                         speaking about these tangled emotions

             i'm breaking…i’m haunted, acting on impulse

                   as the subject changes   

                    

                what will happen…

              tomorrow is more and more confusing,

      void, with love not showing up              

            but could I even love again as expected?

                   the sick assertions

            the exhausting arrangements

     

                 the day is full of senseless life

                it's a mystery in a crowded space

 

                    i redo so many portraits in my mind                  

          in the process of playing out my emotions

                   i howl…

               yet i can't put the fire out

                  those poets and lovers

                  from a book,

           ah too surreal     

            

       the frightful dimensions of this sensualist

        on a secluded path, i’m at the precipice

                a loitering migrant breaking the pace of life

         in the darkness of big talk

       while the grim reaper leaves me

              on dandelion turf

                  

      should I retreat

or keep on pushing forward raging against the sky

                 nobody's perfect… at least not i          

                am i being too unimportant

               irretrievably lost living with a broken vow?

                  

            maybe…

     I should do it another way

              but how, what?

 

                           heartbroken

             entangled in more wicked separation                     

              as I near oblivion

              a bedraggled patron i tire of the world

           as i explore the past

                    my heart breaks everything is again unbearable

                 i am leaving the pent-up anger

      and these controversies

                     and all the deception

          but…

        after that, the agony

            the beauty of the morning unfulfilled

 

               i call out

           but i don't know why,

               no one answers

               

                  i am like the carelessness

             of the rain pressing against a broken heart

            these unforgiving circumstances

     

      i’m surrounded by walls

      why should i quit, so i go on pretending

                     humankind has been flipping through the love

              bought and sold, i don’t feel safe

                    

      i tell myself I’m strong

           or is it so?

           i disappear

            and after that

                   i keep up another appearance

                    after that…

              the sadness of the night settles in

 

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[Chris]

Anne,

meandering through life and the aftermath?

Chris