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Dec 2016
I used to be more disciplined than this
weary admission: depressed.
Don't even have bravado,
Can't even let the tears fall
without choking them back
and praying for release from
thy lord's wrath.
I let the dizziness of freedom
take hold, unspeakable existential
terrors stand so bold as reality flickers
and this time I am not on anything
nor have I been in a long while.

I crave what it cannot give me,
With which it can no longer fill me;
Happiness and stability, is it wrong to be
full of longing, striving to escape, for a release
from whatever's been pressing me, pressuring,
Impressing upon or expressing from. I realized
all the things I am
or all that I am not
willing to have, fear
somehow makes me
less of a man
than the man
I should be but I know that's not true,
I am no more than any of you,
Any human, imperfect.
Know thyself, know how one appears
to be, to accept an appearance
is to subscribe to definition
and apparently to affirm a particular
definition. Knowledge comes from appearances,
Even knowledge of the self, the self is nought but an appearance. Gender and race are social constructs, connotations, names given.
Mydriasis Aletheia
Written by
Mydriasis Aletheia  24/Other/The Empyrean
(24/Other/The Empyrean)   
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   Glass, Michael Angelo and Corvus
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