[no Title] Poem by Mary X
[no Title]
</>A series of
traumas.
Of whispers for another - dead –
are the constituent parts,
conflict –
other.
Lies taught and controlled.
A master of series
Of weapons and pleasures one dies,
one lives as soon as one lives for another. The conflict of a bough burnt lies and
assimilated control - a web
of gratifications.
A tree of sensations
of his ego - one dies –
of horror
a series of intervals.
Of change.
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4/25/2024 7:31:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
u are truly an amazing and brilliant poet..wonderful work! well done!