Franz Uy Poems

On a swivel chair
that swivels less smoothly now,
sunlight hurts my eyes.
what was once my joy
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I am holding on to something volatile and
any moment, any moment now,
this mirage will fade.
However,
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searching wisdom did i do
high places of many kinds
looking deep
beyond the reaches of my soul
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this love is poison
this passion forbidden
this act a sin.
my soul aches, it groans for want of acceptance,
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