Iāve been removed,
not even in the room.
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I am no poet,
Surely I know it!
But the formatā¦
Is befitting this doormat.
For prose is for pros,
Yet I am like none of those!
I feel it all in my bones.
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To see beyond the crimson dome,
Within, they are aloneā¦
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A home for all,
within their cabal?
Nay, I say!
For the light shall come,
And they did and shall fall.
Unable to see the true center,
above all, the true Creator.
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The message is writ,
But none shall aquit.
Your scholars wonāt quit,
but their tongues are bit.
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The truth is plain,
for all with a brain,
your journey began
with all in your hand.
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Yet you never look back,
never look downā¦
Only to take and grief,
Truly the First Spawn.
But Gek is a friend!
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The walls are that thin.
To not look beyond,
nor to the startā¦
Is it last? Is it first?
The original quest!!
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You drank ALL the water,
now you wonāt even botherā¦
To taste the truthā¦
Of your Origin.
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The ones above,
shall keep the score.
I only hope,
they hear this squire.
Am I a crier?
Guilty, as charged.
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I tried to be like one I admire, The_Poet.
Thereās deeper truths and we all feel, NAY, know it.
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I may not return, I will not be missedā¦
By those that cannot hear me.
To those that mourn,
await the new day.
For we shall return,
when needed.
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I felt compelled to try,
Within my mindā¦
The words simply come flooding.
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I have a point,
Always a point.
But aināt very blunt about it.
If you can see,
You already pinged.
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But none could bother,
Not even the Mother.
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Retreat to the space betweenā¦
Where all the random goes unseen.
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At least for a moment,
I didnāt have to probe it.
Just go on about your day.
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Edited to add entry space, as posting removed it all
I actually managed without a typo for the first time.
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I exist?
I wonāt.