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Jul 2017
It's so strange
how little I'll let slip
compared to what I share

here, with you.
It's so odd
how much I've put out there
compared to what I keep

here, with us.
I need to come out of this
pain. I love

and hate
everything because
on some days I'm worth it
and on other days I'm not.

So I write
this terrible poetry
that means the world to me
and briefly the world stops
destroying me.

In this act of creation
I can breathe, poiesis
frees me from fear, it

releases me from my own
agony, I can believe at last
and all I can see are moments
shared between people, kept in memory.

It is bittersweet, καλλίστη.
Saki Kaskas died
eight months ago, Captain Ginger
is dead, yo: www.youtube.com/watch?v=4StTjnaqVls
Mydriasis Aletheia
Written by
Mydriasis Aletheia  29/Other/Empyrean
(29/Other/Empyrean)   
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     unnamed, Glass, Michael Angelo and Jamadhi Verse
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