2024-01-04

poetry/w/wme.txt

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+(w/m)e
+2019-10-22
+
+***
+
+crisp window squeaking over, unbarrier from air
+letting in the cries of crickets, early morning fair
+a strange sense of healing, repressed feelings from three years hence
+baby torn from mother's womb, strange perdition ever since
+
+why would anyone fetishize the loss of identity
+that comes from being absorbed into the Trinity?
+for I stare into neverending auburn and gray skies
+and wonder how, in Nature's face, anyone could fall for God's lies
+
+almost a year ago, undone from the myth
+of needing a collective to dissolve oneself with
+for what is the use of becoming free
+if I forfeit myself, subsumed by the we?
+
+Call me a coward, but I declare myself unfettered,
+a tactical retreat to make myself even better.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander