Poems [ Vol 1 ] Speculation of Humanity

/ empty space

So much empty space. That energy surrounding me, the void filling me. An inescapable conundrum of loneliness - to be suffocated by humans, yet completely detached. Isolation indispensable, an acceptance to exist here. Burdened by the time, burdened by the light, some of us are rooted in the ground, but we're buried. Toxic soil enclosing the empty space. Toxic soil, will never get inside. I stay away.

But a rose, still grows, you, existing through the lifelessness. Sitting there, you stare, my soul isn't aware. That empty space, you fill. That empty space you diminish. A rose, that shows, possibility.

Planted in the soil - succeeding, defeating. You're more dangerous than you can perceive.

This manufactured reality, this material universe, we're surrounded by disease. You grow, you be, you breathe. A shadow you're in - it's truth, I see. They don't want you to release. A time will come for you to part from hiding. Dividing the disguise - you ignite. Changing reality you alter the artificial. Cease the disease. That empty space, that void is no more. A rose, you spread, you unleash.

The world will see.

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