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Nov 2012
it
i have been searching

searching for something

something that remains

always beyond my reach

like a post apocalyptic

nuclear holocaust of the mind

that which is sought

appears blind with

burnt out eyes and silenced

in case there is death in sleep

or a river of blood in the after life

then finding a reason

for that which is sought

everything becomes numb

sacrificed to old Polaroids

floating on the edge

of the solar system

where desperate people

dream of the best way to die

Among an uploading minds eye

where doors refuse to close

that which is sought, it, still eludes
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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Edgar Whitman Wilde
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