Semblance Will Suffice

Sometimes I try to find the gods within me. The divine meaningful pedigree. Will you ingratiate my soul and feed me? If I drink from the river Lethe, will I find peace? Would my pointless wounds heal? Hands that heal won't touch me. Ingratiate my soul. My tears crystalize but they are worthless. Will you... …

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Socio-self

Everyone is drinking smoke All I know is turning black. Bleeding gums and nostrils, come to write my way. To try to save me To discover And recover who I am. Somewhere in these internal landscapes, I'm floundering and hemorrhaging a clouded image.

The Dance

Sending letters back and forth, No semantics here, Just straight up code, In this program of life Only ones and zeroes The yays and nays. A beautiful dance, Governed by the most absolute of laws.