Tranquil in constructed form
I wrap myself with less enthusiasm
In layers and leafs and overcoats
Protecting and reinforcing
Nothing
Metaphorically speaking
The comparison is sound
Like rhythm and rhyme
as complimentary
as nimble tongues in unison
A choir or chorus line
To project
Something from nothing,
And a near-sighted fate to
Return to nothing once again
Always fighting a common enemy
The cold, the winter, the still ideology
Maybe the brief requited love of genius
That inspiring but elusive mindset
I aspire
Swirling around my battered sense of self
are ethics and moral inclinations external in origin
and devoid of any sense of logic or sensibility
No chain is formed from these fragments
No whole or sense of greater good can come
From the remnants of who I’m left with
Myself is something undefined by definition
constantly controversial to my own analysis
I tend to sink deeper into something sinister and foreign
Naturally this process is repeated
I am a reflection of my experiences
A collection of inputs and outputs
A universe of cause and effect
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Submission Name: Aegri somnia vana
