Yes, as I have no interesting stories to tell here’s another poem…
Ego Sum: Silatromi
My perennial silhouette blackens my dark cold heart,
cools my icy flesh, steals all my warmth, all my Liebe it takes,
instills (only devouring) ruminations and splits my husk soul apart.
All these enduring, mirthful years. Fakes.
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The star is greater now; I have watched it redden for Armageddon,
it be a glow of great irony, for what once was vida is now death.
The rest have wasted, blasted, but I remain, never to deaden.
Cursed, and damned, condemned I still gnaw on breath.
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The Earth beneath me crumbles, scorched, cracks,
There exist sands, cendre, where once there was Them,
Oh! But now only ash, sand. Dust. Bones of backs.
I have seen all, been all, I know all, and I be where true dark does stem.
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I fall to my jong knees, grasp my forever-same hair and in despair, suddenly chortle,
because all the memories that in me exist, make all I have been and seen…immortal.
BTW: ‘………………………………’ means end of stanza
