Impotence raging
in my soul
quelling the passion
repressing the flame
the twin forces
of love and lust
are stymied
by misconception
Dwelling on meditated thought
the blood of the poet
is poured on the page
for any willing witness
but still we ponder
the complex mysteries
of this human life
on this glorious planet
and still no answers
for all the questions
of why we gone
and fucked it all up
and still no reason
for us to go
and fuck it all up
still no reason. . .
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