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Aphelion


Look but never listen,
Interpret this as inhibition
What is left for you to gain?
Rampant childish temper,
Difficult to remember.

The fever that left me bruised
With your enduring celerity
Debilitating my wishful thinking.
How should I begin to absolve
The chemistry of your mistakes?

With what can I replace
This great anomaly?
Slow hand motions signaling
Realignment of the soul
Premonition of release.

Deviating from the narrow
Contemplating origins for
Dissolution of integrity.
Interchanging intensity with
Illustrations of impatience.

I am but a half soul
An elucidation of savagery
A creation of disassociation
That likes to play God
Once in a little while.

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