Look Close

look close,

this is all there is,

there are no hidden dreams,

no forgotten moments,

no writing on the wall;

this is all there is;

it is a slow, mind-numbing,

repetitious, middle of the road,

going nowhere,

empty container;

ponderous,

plodding,

deliberate,

calculating;

an insensitive beast,

full of blasphemous,

profane, iniquity;

I want to go beyond words,

beyond expression,

beyond limits,

beyond where anybody

has gone before;

put words in my mind,

describe the indescribable,

fill me with images of purity

and splendor,

beyond the imagination,

be bigger,

be greater,

be real;

make me more

than I am;

save me from the wretched

piece of filth

that is me.

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