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π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
π™²πšŠπš— 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš πš‘πšŠπš'𝚜 πš‘πš’πšπšπšŽπš—?

𝙸'πš– πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πš›πšœπš πš™πšŠπšπšŽ 𝚘𝚏
𝙰 πš‹πš˜πš˜πš” πšžπš—πš πš›πš’πšπšπšŽπš—.

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšœπš™πšžπš— πš–πšŽ πš›πš˜πšžπš—πš.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš˜πš” πš–πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš’πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš˜πš›πš‹πš’πš
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš πš›πš˜πšπšŽ πšœπšπš˜πš›πš’πšŽπšœ πšŠπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ
πšπš‘πšŠπš πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽ πš–πšŽ πšπš˜πš πš—.

... π™°πš—πš πš–πšŠπšπšŽ πš–πšŽ πš πš‘πš˜ 𝙸 πšŠπš–.

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš›πšžπš—πš πš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšπš›πšŠπš‹πš‹πšŽπš πš‘πš˜πš•πš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŠπš‹πš›πš’πšŒ 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’ πšœπš˜πšžπš•
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš πš’πšœπšπšŽπš πš–πšŽ πšžπš—πšπš’πš• πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš›πšŠπšžπš–πšŠ πš™πš˜πšžπš›πšŽπš 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

... π™°πš—πš πšŒπš’πš›πšŒπš•πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŠπš’πš—.

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš‘πš˜πš  𝚝𝚘 πš πš›πš’πšπšŽ.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšŽπšπšŒπš‘πšŽπš πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš›πš’πš—πšπšœ πš’πš— πš‹πš˜πš•πš
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš•πš πš’πš 𝚝𝚘 πš–πš’ πšŒπšŠπš•πš•πš’πš—πš πš˜πš—
πš—πšŽπš  πš–πš˜πš˜πš— πš—πš’πšπš‘πšπšœ.

... π™°πš—πš πš’πš πšŠπš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πšπš’πš—πš πš–πš’ πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πšœ.

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš‹πš›πš˜πšžπšπš‘πš πš–πšŽ πš‘πš˜πš–πšŽ.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš πšŠπš•πš”πšŽπš πš–πš’ πš•πšŽπšπšœ πšπš‘πš›πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšπšŠπš›πš”πš—πšŽπšœπšœ
πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ 𝙸 πš–πšŽπš πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš˜πšžπš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πšœπš’πš•πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ
πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πšžπš—πš πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πšŠπš—πš’ πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ.

... π™°πš—πš πšπš›πšžπš•πš’ πš–πšŽπš πš–πš’ πšœπšπš›πšŽπš—πšπšπš‘.

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš›πšŽπšŠπš πš–πšŽ πš πšŽπš•πš•.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πšœπš™πš˜πš”πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ πšŒπš•πšŽπšŠπš— 𝚘𝚏𝚏 πš–πš’ πšœπš”πš’πš—
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš•πš πš’πš— πšπš˜πš—πšŽπšœ πšπš‘πšŠπš
πš›πš˜πšœπšŽ πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπš•πš•.

... π™°πš—πš πš’πš πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš–πšŽ πš‘πš˜πš˜πš”πšŽπš.

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πš•πšŽπšπš πš–πšŽ πš‘πšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš‘πšžπšπšπšŽπš πš–πšŽ πšπš˜πš˜πšπš‹πš’πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πš’πš πš–πš’πšœπšπšŽπš›πš’ πš’πš—
πš–πš’ πš™πš˜πšŒπš”πšŽπšπšœ, πšπš‘πšŠπš πšŠπšπšπšŽπš› 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπš’πš—πš,
πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšœπšπšŠπš›πšπšŽπš πšŽπš‘πš™πšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš.

... π™°πš—πš 𝙸'πš– πšœπš™πš’πš•πš•πš’πš—πš πš’πš πšŠπš•πš•.

π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŽπšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšœπš™πšžπš— πš–πšŽ πš›πš˜πšžπš—πš.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš•πšŠπš’πš πš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšžπš™πš˜πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš›πš’πš—πšπšœ
πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πšŽπš™πš πš–πšŽ πšπšžπš•πš• πšŒπš’πš›πšŒπš•πšŽ
πšžπš—πšπš’πš• 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πš˜πšžπš—πš -
(𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 πšπš˜πšžπš—πš.)

... π™°πš—πš 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš 𝚝𝚘 πšœπšπšŽπš™ πšπš˜πš πš—.


π™³πšŽπšŠπš› πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πš—,
πš†πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πšŠπš›πšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš—πš˜πš ?

𝙸'πš– πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš•πšŠπšœπš πš™πšŠπšπšŽ πšŠπš—πš
πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ'𝚜 πš—πš˜ πš πš˜πš›πšπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπš˜πšžπš—πš.


- π™Όπš’πšŒπšŠ π™»πš’πšπš‘πšΒ Β 

Alex McQuate Jan 5
Thousands upon thousands,
Twinkling lights thrown up upon the sky,
Little islands of white out in the distance,
Oceans of black separating them.

Each so far,
And yet so close,
Reach out and never touch them still,
The Galaxy arm spanning the gap,
Marking our tiny place on this big ol' map,
A tiny island all our own
Marya123 Sep 2022
Maybe we're all puppets that dance by a thread,
Displaying emotions like delight and dread,
Telling stories as Destiny demands,
With the whims of fate being our commands.
What if we found free will, and learned to feel,
Discovering new paths, knowing what's real?
There's a whole world out there to explore
Life is comfortable, but could it be more?
I don't remember how I ended up here
The others are content, yet I wish in fear
Everyone's ten moves ahead of me,
I'm trying to catch up, it's a mystery
Is it worth the risk to escape alone?
This doesn't seem right, it's all I've ever known.
So I hold on, helpless and afraid
I dare not be more than what I've been made
Dreaming of a future where we're not playthings,
To be alive, unattached to these strings.
CyRhen Sohngs Aug 2022
To think is to hear you
The sound of rushing water
Rushing against the walls of my skull.
Your words rippling deep within my psyche.
A cacophony of movement and noise
Built to push and pull.
Roll and Crash
Intrinsically, like the tide.
I am adrift
But familiar in unfamiliar water
I learned to swim, long ago.
There’s you,
coming up to breathe
for but a few heartbeats
before returning to the
deep, where there’s none
other than those who

Oh, what a marvelous space,
inverted space to be exact,
to live and float while
still retaining our right to
drift, kick and scream
to noone else but us.

At several leagues I
heard a sound that gave
my neck a chill, but not
the kind that makes one small,
instead the kind that feeds
gigantism in the icy north’s
hadal spheres.

From there, the rest seem lightyears off,
and closely similar in kind and way,
but as you rise at speeds that would
give a man the bends, those waves
will wash away the frightened guppy
until only the brave and strong remain.

It’s a long way down for sure, to
those who couldn’t sense or feel
that rush of bubbling need for fresh
and clean sky in the lungs,
so now theirs hold about a
half dozen wet litres each,
the poor fools.

But what a sight it was to see,
to watch the whitecap gleam
above a newly capsized crew,
and presently neath the sun and
moon and stars at same time;
to hear the truest form of life
that came from both high and low;
now that was worth a second look,
or a third.

And there was I,
wading with my
smallest green lure
and bishaded buoy,
and nothing else was.
Neptunian musings.
M Apr 2022
"You are not drowning"
Yet, CoStar.
I'm not sure if its amnesia im afraid of, or the mere thought that memories are no solid proof of living.
I'm back.. **** it's been a minute
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