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Death of a Solicitor (Ketamine)
Isolation,
of that I am well accustomed.
The words the spew off my tongue fall onto empty spaces,
lining pages with queries and endless quests
to defy this single supposition,
"Every creature on earth dies alone.
Needle beckons the inquisitive,
in hopes to reel fate forth,
to the coldest core of the earth.
Darling, I've slept so long and this is where I've made my home,
fuck this recreant part of the world...
Sculptures,
Scriptures,
and Scales,
all miscreants attempting to measure what cannot be defined,
a subservient way away from this query,
"Every creature on earth dies alone."
**Any title suggestions??
of that I am well accustomed.
The words the spew off my tongue fall onto empty spaces,
lining pages with queries and endless quests
to defy this single supposition,
"Every creature on earth dies alone.
Needle beckons the inquisitive,
in hopes to reel fate forth,
to the coldest core of the earth.
Darling, I've slept so long and this is where I've made my home,
fuck this recreant part of the world...
Sculptures,
Scriptures,
and Scales,
all miscreants attempting to measure what cannot be defined,
a subservient way away from this query,
"Every creature on earth dies alone."
**Any title suggestions??
Published 12th Dec 2013
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3rd Feb 2014 12:10pm
Wow- i do not even know what to say..... that was extraordinary. it brought euphoria to that part of me that loves great poetry and sadness to the rest. I can still see the hope there though. to change your position.
