Leon Moon

Then, with a weak hand, he wrote:
‘I must stop dreaming, I am nearly seventeen,
To forge that grand old age bespoke
I mustn't rest in an evocation wisdom has yet seen
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Condemned to the last subjective death,
Freed by the assessment of sorrow,
Frenzies of glass crystallise a breath
Preserving the final reign of tomorrow.
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The Earth I find
Is the centre of my mind;
Despite infinity
It shows itself to me;
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Deprived of her depravity
She relies on for sanity,
She rips me apart so silently,
Crushed by the wind of her armed neutrality,
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Only If I had the braveries of Dawn,
Where all is possible and all is seen
But I jump out of bed and arch in drowsiness
Putting socks, trousers and idleness all on my suit
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It turns out, and with all spiritual sincerity, I belong to the Eve of Starvation.
An infinity objectifying its own existence, I slaughter the opportunity of eternal nothingness, weaving flesh from a pendulum struck by a tear of lightning.
Everything tilts but never turns, seemingly capsizing without ever fully being sunk.
This rare moment we call the universe cherishing its own existence is pure negation.
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a man only walks free
in the world he birthed
once a language is his own
the duty is to sculpture thought—
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conscious of the posture
of his interior
vanquishing deadlines
common hysteria
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Death is Not — A student —
But it yearns — for the Young —
And old truths — All the Same —
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children rightfully dismiss poetry.
to a child all art is secondary
and self evident.
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the unreal
the most real

when death's news arrives —
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singing hymns about lighthouses
tumbling walls of Jericho
the breeze is never stagnant
boredom is easy
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I have died many a death
In order to be called a man
Out of nothing I have nothing left
Yet from my world you stand:
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addicted to a bygone era,
she will not partake in the customs.
headstrong, inhibiting life
she does not believe they lived like
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Take from those geniuses who burnt out in the fires of their convictions.
Strip a strand from the fallen and in the difference of contradicting wisdom
Bind a new sense; collect and gather and declare war on your own superstitions,
Inherited retributions and sacred conclusions: exhume all illusion—
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When I was not born
And not long passed
Man feared the steel rod
And conviction of fist
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he dozes the world
until a sanctuary im-
poses out of view.
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Inseparate and wholly self-divided
Ticking myopic lenses of the dead
Invoke a voice that rewrites contortion,
The resin of impartial conception
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Being a death I was unfamiliar with
And accustomed to receiving,
I sang stolen the swollen past
The soldier suns to clash
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The giver of the name of Gods
Extracts Dawn
To remain younger for today.
Though the willow spills shadow
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