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+A New Page
+2020-12-06
+
+***
+
+the sun fails its checksum
+it doesn't feel the same
+as the blazing starry organ that
+once sent me sprawling for shade
+
+I need a new story
+to occupy my head
+for I keep running my fingers
+through tattered shattered shreds
+
+that have grown flimsy from folding
+and furry with mold
+and tired from touch
+sparkless, dismal, *old*
+
+I pull out my ROMs
+and play one a while
+picked out from random
+one of a million files
+
+but each of them fails to
+spark my imagination
+so I put controller away
+and continue furtive hunt
+
+hundreds of fiction books
+but each one a reminder
+from when I was naive
+setting my ambitions higher
+
+comics, I find, are
+few and far between
+either boring in their cliches
+or in a language I cannot read
+
+an aged painting is sublime
+but its enchantment temporary,
+whether of trees, landscape, woman,
+or dancing rows of fairies
+
+almost three years has taught my soul
+that is most powerful which I *externalize*
+but my body is weary, sky outside gray
+and I feel neither learned nor wise
+
+so I build a boat from spare unused neurons
+and set out on my ocean to explore
+if there are stories worthy waiting out there, I know not
+but my adventure starts on this unmodeled shore
+
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander