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Of Her
She glowed pointlessly (proudly)
when I knew her
but I was not aware
she chose not to make me privy to that information
instead showed off her gifts like peacock feathers
like loans of burial plots
some selfish immortality of children
a lovely taste, a line of her neck
a lonely haste to:
unite
overcome
forsake
(in hedonistic queue repeating)
Sometimes she would emit genius
pure and radiant
as extraterrestrial communication to an ungenerable star
unconquered and ungoverned
that alike (alight) did not exist
never having breathed a millennial infancy at all
But she was pure, yes pure
as a beacon in the fog
whether mine – I do not know
…
and she would lay in bed
emitting
waiting for the approaching world
waiting for acknowledgment that would animate
like a column crashing on a stage
And so we were
[P]latonically sown together
by our unnecessary nature
miserable to and of the world
of meals
of meat and metal
a frightened shake when were apart
together just as frightened
shamed by a cordate curse to fast
I tried writing Faust
while she chose to lay as Lotte
happy to shoot the hero to save herself
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Tags: Experimental Verse, Further Brilliance, Lilia, Muse, Sensitive Poet v.s. Former Professional Asshole
