Lying in the inquietude torpor
Though how inextricable my volition is?
The vacillation of the undertaker
Teetering the spade in his hands
Lest he toiled and dig the ground harder
That I can perceive
Thus impediment and precision assimilate
My sentience imbibed in murkiness
Lo! I heard a nearby bystander
Tardily telling people to interred the deceased
For his time is done
The cessation of mine
The body of mine efface
In the nebulous of unseen boundaries.
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SpiritualImmature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.' Erich Fromm A simple take on poetry in which literary work and the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive s...
