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Apparitions

We are concerned
With this frontal apparition
It captivates us
And pulls at our minds
The threat it represents
Is real and must be addressed
To this we all agree fully
And we go to work

The undertaking is effortful
We want to do it justice
Root-cause analysis and resolution
Taking generations

I am not here for it
Nor the resolution
I am here to snap my fingers
At your eyes with my words
To hold your chin in my hand
Pull your face away from the task
And look into your eyes with my spirit

Not to worry
It’s for justly a moment
Only once in every while
I’m searching for stagnancy
Which causes souls agony

Bite down on this
If I succeed
I’ll have prevented stillness
Or shattered its silence
A flash of anguish
Or an instant of revelation
Before you return to your task

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The failed poet

Look at me,
My dear friend,
Before you ask,
Make careful your observation,
Of what presents itself so obviously;

And obliviously,
My unriddling has its limits.
What do you call,
Someone who is doomed from the start?

A poet whose pen beats?
With ink bright red?
Who can only share his lived esotericities,
In phrase-twists and wordly ideas?
Language already half-cloaked,
Experiences always slightly out of reach?

But most outrageously laughable,
He still wants to share his broken prose,
A worldly venture.

My dear friend,
I am the failed poet.