I long for solitude;
The day's barking tyrants
Drained my reservoir.
Thirsty for life,
I search for my oasis
On life's arid expanses.
I witness the crucifixion;
I watch firefighters burn books;
I can't resist the sirens' call.
The ionizing words mutate me;
I read, and I'm pierced.
The tyrant's visage, shattered.
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 11:17 PM UTC
I long for solitude;
The day's barking tyrants
Drained my reservoir.
Thirsty for life,
I search for my oasis
On life's arid expanses.
I witness the crucifixion;
I watch firefighters burn books;
I can't resist the sirens' call.
The ionizing words mutate me;
I read, and I'm pierced.
The tyrant's visage, shattered.
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