To be born again,
Without sight and sense.
To hunger for happiness,
Decisively ignorant of what that is not.
To wish all things in our favor,
Where we are not owed a universe of prosperous things.
To hold onto courage,
Generations after fear exploits comfort.
To wake once more,
Never allotting time for sleep.
To breathe,
Never conscious.
To be animal,
Believing we are men.
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POOP 2021
PoetryPOOP, "po-op's," or poetry operas are stories told through poetry, visualized. This collection includes original poetry opera text as well as other written content created in the year 2021. Final projects can be found Instagram, @poetryopera / ace...
