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Derail your anxious train of thought

Open your inner spirit

And enter the dream corridor
like a leaf from a tree in its dying season

Coma come quiet
Airless linger delight

Sacrificial pasts
give you the power
to leave places

The world won't get better
but you will
I ask the prayers of the little ones
the ones closest to the heart of love
especially the souls, like all others
bestowed at conception.... and
ripped from their mothers womb.
Persuasive beyond measure
She’ll hunt for the deepest treasure
If that defines leisure
You know how would be her temper
Persuasive beyond measure
Not alone in her hunt
She’ll drag along every person
To be a part of her heist
Even if by compulsion
That’s her motto
To not let, any one alive
To live in freedom
Cause she owns
That’s what she believes
Every human
Who is in her company
By virtue of blood
Or plain fate
You have met her
And she chooses to make you dance
Unless you have found your voice
And let hers drown in the river

Muffled voices
Behind closed doors
Conversations and more
The music of silence
is just like an old sailors' story,
of a siren at sea—
lt lures you, when you are alone
in disguise of treacly tunes;
then rots within, alongside your soul
waiting to embed itself;
more into yourself.
—Contradicting the romanticism of being alone and silent
—for people who dont feel the same way
such as silence rings around these walls:
not hot-knife cries but bone-chilled aches
lean dull weight upon my ears,
these empty-stomach yens
create a vacuum
that pulls my life
and water
deeper
still
a nonet on silence.
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