Vegetation sprouting lush through the by-gone reprise of inconsistencies between neglect and obsession.
The indifferent infatuation that forced out the brilliance of a captive movement.
Muffled by the flotsam and jetsam of deafening cries for attention and disruption.
Gray perception and duality of idealists drown out the warm companionship of identity.
A beautiful uniqueness diminished by by squeaky wheels and empty cans.
Digging for the awesome glare of the fire beneath in the complex sweep for elusive epiphany.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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