Beneath so many inquisitive eyes, I search divine.
The stifling oppression feels like burning sunshine.
Searching for tranquility continues with no ease.
So many nights come to an end with morning breeze.
Turning down everyone, saying I need space.
Being lonely always, I see and empty place.
Love imprinted in piteous memory;
Like the mad man’s writing in an old book of poetry.
Then I seek serenity in a wild kiss.
Later burying my face, that wasn’t a bliss.
A pillar of obscure light flickers through crevice to show,
It may be a dismal ending, or an oscillating rainbow.
I will wear in my dark hair a delicate bloom.
An unruly gnawing sits in pages of the tome.
Then I seek clarity in a phlegmatic world.
Afflicted and hurt, I repent and scold.
A voiceless impetuosity enters to the sight.
An image-less mist gleams with fright.
Ecstasy is what I…
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