Mystical poem written May 19, 2026.
Some have a talent,
For being alone,
While others thrive,
In the maddening crowd
But the city dove,
Pecking for food,
Must live with others,
Or starve
I am bound and spoken for,
Filled with diverse,
And tortured thoughts,
Silent even in my speech
Here in the border territory,
Between ape and god,
I find myself strange,
And lonely
I scratched messages to,
My future self,
In the pink paint,
Of hospital walls
Prophecies of a life,
That never happened,
Promises of vengeance,
That I never sought
But I can no longer,
Decipher their meaning,
The person who wrote them,
Is dead
Art: Odilon Redon, “Fallen Angel Looking at a Cloud”, (1875)
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