A Voice In The Wilderness
A Voice is somewhere here,
The heart knows it's ridiculous,
Night's intellects, detached from its own kingdom,
It cries for itself unsure of its belongings,
Farthest away from the genuine to pretend itself to be,
Pretentious lover you spoke in translations,
Borrowed Dictionaries, fake ventriloquists, magicians and imitators,
Pretend you will be understood,
And every fool like yourself is applauding.
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