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A new spoken word piece |
| Parenthetical nihilism: every word every action holds a subtext; peeling back my skin to find what lies beneath this shell my hell I swell (and shiver) someone deliver my broken body - and mind, can't find the end I pretend it's all been okay. But I just delay the EXPLOSION. Light, Life, Soul, all bursting forth from my depths and flitting about like tiny sprites (all of them silent and luminescent as specters in the fog) floating just outside my vision... sitting, peripherally drifting JUST AS I GLIMPSE THEM! I feel my heart race out of place can't keep pace with the empty space where my soul waits articulates the evolution REVOLUTION where the body (meets the spirit,) dies again! |