i cannot

simple, i cannot write. so i steal your style -  as the sirens bay from the sea, reaching the coves where i pledged myself.. the waters a murky grey. the only words that come; japanese forms,

"she was the ice queen
and a kind of puppeteer
suspended in air."

what did we find? no power of endurance, no year of bliss. as the year clicked over, i drank bourbon and held nobody.

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[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

wow...that was some powerful imagery. I was there.
I love how you created this illusion.