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The Whisper Oct 2013
Countless nights with my hand on my chin,
In silence, in solace, in darkness at night.
The hunger for knowledge and quest for the truth,
Lead me to a desk with a small dim lamp,
Where I sit and I ponder my questions in life.

I wonder how many people like me,
Have sat in their rooms or personal sanctuaries.
Sitting alone on the verge of epiphany,
Struggling to find the perfect words to define,
Their thoughts or emotions or questions like mine.

Einstein's theory of relativity.
Tesla's ideas of electricity.
Wilde's philosophy on the emotion of love.
These men are defined by the great things they did,
Because they defined the visions in their head.

My pupils dilate as I stare at my walll.
Time slows down when I'm in deep thought.
Everything, all of it, rushes at me.
I cannot describe the things that I see,
When I turn on the switch of possibility.
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2018
written unto
or rather,
how hard it is to
teach cats affection,
as i have learned...
not so hard,
once you learn
to sleep longer than
they do.
    vay.... vay..
        they...
      hardly an F
                my friend,
**** somewhere else,
i'm bound to spectating
a chess match
formed from a brick walll..
Atlas! give me a pardon
for looking outside my
own body! to subsequently
leave a democratic
                                 root
worth a prism of blossom.

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