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Photo by: Sosse Karasarkissian

Flower

She sings a cold tune

A subtle breeze beneath the midnight moon

Interpreting the words, succinctly deployed

I stare into the void

 

Born without purpose

Tickets to life I didn’t purchase

I walk and chew gum at the same time

But am I really fine?

 

When we state the mindlessness of things

And the dread which our existence brings

I feel a comfort that I know

There’s nowhere to go

 

You can show me objective truths to strengthen my view

Reveal the ideals which are never new

You can savor the emotions that I don’t use

These ways of thinking are obtuse

(I can admire it)

 

These are the flowers

Conceptual fodder for the showers

Be they the seeds, leaves, twigs or vines

It all intertwines

 

To live is to suffer

Crossing paths with one another

Amity offers some much-needed support

But life is too short

 

When we state the mindlessness of things

And the dread which our existence brings

I feel a comfort that I know

There’s nowhere to go

 

You can show me objective truths to strengthen my view

Reveal the ideals which are never new

You can savor the emotions that I don’t use

These ways of thinking are obtuse

(I can admire it)

Written By: Isaac Dinotno

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