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The stain marked blots of swirled ink Like a rabid rorschach dalmatian Whose spots ripple radiuses that splice And blend jagged lines into a roving equation of pi Designed to describe the inner most 'I" That is lost to a world paved in concrete palaces Where stasis has become the new normal Amongst the maelstrom of competing voices Voicing their interpretation as unrequited Expressions that stresses the individual syllables Of FREE-DOM against the forces that otherwise Leave the slate blank so that all that remains Are empty spaces of what could have been If ink never stained the page
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 9:55 AM UTC
Ink Stains
The stain marked blots of swirled ink Like a rabid rorschach dalmatian Whose spots ripple radiuses that splice And blend jagged lines into a roving equation of pi Designed to describe the inner most 'I" That is lost to a world paved in concrete palaces Where stasis has become the new normal Amongst the maelstrom of competing voices Voicing their interpretation as unrequited Expressions that stresses the individual syllables Of FREE-DOM against the forces that otherwise Leave the slate blank so that all that remains Are empty spaces of what could have been If ink never stained the page
LRThompson
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 9:55 AM UTC
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