There are certain things that need no
(isolation)
like communication and your mental compilations.
See, if you're thinking it, it need not a-maze the receiver
but I guess the heart is the minds greatest deceiver.
A thief in the night of the light that
guides
all logic. All logic proceeds to subside.
So now I insist certain things can never co-exist
like an abdomen whose tenant is a cyst.
Like a heart housing a stranger.
Like a brain aware of the danger.
No sense of urgency, no sense of rush
Cultivating ignorance and counterfeit trust.
Eliminating love and giving birth to lust.
Just remember ashes to ashes. Dust to
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem