MISH-MASH

An empty space where “nothing”, is the sound
A silent buzz of sentiment, out loud
The lonely excitement absent, when it bounds
At limits where repulsions spread the crowd

When knowing mixed confusion with it all
Frustration burns in failure on its crown
An egotistic arrogance does fall
Converting fluid verbs, to solid noun

Fixation to perceptions, built in brain
To hold the Spirit in a scheme made Flesh
While leaks sweet pleasures wet in morbid pain
Till it remembers dying, always fresh

Can’t stop the movement of its constant trial
Ferocious sea; waves crashing ever vile


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