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Someday to write
the greatest poem
The most powerful words
forever to hear

Someday to write
the moment solemn
Where time will stop counting
— and prescience endears

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Contemplations.
Inside and
outside.
Here to
there.
Contemplation.
Outside world.
What’s seen.
Observed.
Nature
of things.
Why things
are?
Much to
mull.
Yet finite.
Inside world.
Within the
mind.
Connected,
yet apart.
Vistas infinite.
Possibilities
endless.
Yet finite.
Limited.
Contemplating
within
confined
bounds.
With
what’­s
supplied.
Brain
power.
What limited
computing
power can
muster.
Cannot
imagine
what cannot
be imagined.
Much to
ponder.
What’s meant stays,  
quiet and sure.  
  
True love waits,  
even when we turn away.  
  
What isn’t ours  
slips,  
like water,  
gone before we know it.
....sun will rise tomorrow
Gentle touch
A warm blanket
Meet me under
In the darkness
Where no words are needed
I will be guided by your voice
Grab my hand, lead the way
Nothing to hide
No need to look away
In your arms, I will be safe.

Grab my face
Feel my soul
No eye contact, no judgment
Use your words only
Sign this love contract

We’ll resurface stronger
Knowing the map of our cities,
That leads to our hearts.
Once we are out
It will be signed
Interlinked for a lifetime
I will have memorized your world
Your gentle touch.


Sebastian Carrion
Now at the end of all things
As we're breathing sulfur and
Lead's pouring over our heads
I'm glad you're the one I'm
Sharing the trenches with
This is the first thing I'm able to write in almost a month. A little piece about my mental health struggles and how grateful I am to the ones that have my back right now.
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