Out of nothing came something
It must have, it had to
And in its destructive
Rebirth I’d be glad to
Ignite the incipient embers
Of change
And watch as it smolders
Again in the flames
Of interminable
Labyrinthian corridors
Sentient prison walls
Trapped in my nevermores
I didn’t ask to be gifted
Nor cursed
With the revelatory
Epiphany thirst
For an arid and barren
Deserted desire
The moisture eluding
My lips in the fire
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Out of nothing came something
It must have, it had to
And in its destructive
Rebirth I’d be glad to
Ignite the incipient embers
Of change
And watch as it smolders
Again in the flames
Of interminable
Labyrinthian corridors
Sentient prison walls
Trapped in my nevermores
I didn’t ask to be gifted
Nor cursed
With the revelatory
Epiphany thirst
For an arid and barren
Deserted desire
The moisture eluding
My lips in the fire
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