Repudiated Love
By Verity Valentine
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Between breaths I perch pensively silently distraught
The dead occupations bourgeois I've been sold out I've been caught
Foreign to this tounge presently I jest in an alternative thought.
If only solipsism conjured any consolation to my unexposed superfluous counternance
If only the lost souls would disengage from my weary heart albeit founderous
If only I had audited my affairs from vague diligence less preposterous.
Causality summons demons from a conduit vivacity unspent
Spiritism denotes my eternal sorrow of which I wish to nonevent
A pseudo maniac postulating beneath my intent.
It chisels the questions on every one elses mind
Liberation from the self has weaved my conscience disinclined
My cells into decimals to the devil I never signed.
Once a prisoner of genius now a matter of qualms
For all one knows the only medication we require is that of camomile and psalms
Although the aftermath adjusted my relativity to that of eyes and palms.
My embodiment is a liability my physiology a capital to a tree
My puritanical being lest this wielded confidentiality
My sentience obliterated subsequently for bohemianism and irrationality.
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