poetry critical

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Random Poem:


We end our days with some form of this, heavy regret—
Not knowing why we loathe the days past
Of complacency, our apathy—dim
As now we may only sit (humbly)
* with our coffee,
our scotch and cigarettes
we brood—
wallowing in shallow pools of pathological lies—inconsistency
a savior’s breath too soft to reconcile,
the conditioned pessimism and fugue
of those random, wasted meanderings so close behind
the iron maiden fate—
the crucible so fresh, seared into our consciousnesses
so we sit,
awaiting the day that breath becomes a shout
and our limpid stoicism cast off—reborn
resurrected into a burning passion,
a new love, a new lust—the presence of life
so that our singed wings may unravel
into daunting ivory feathers, so tenacious and firm
as we too become divine—
canonized by our own suffering
exalted and sublime—

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