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Mystic dawn

antique lives

to a reason

we are hither

condemned

to live in exile

as lepers

while the true sinners

command the city

and excommunicated

we wander along

absinthe avenues of thought

perplexed by

the eternal foliage

of delight

Hence we are

assassinated

by the pure soul

and all thought

is deemed

contaminated

we shall never

arrive at

the unknown

It’s unbearable

this predictability

but the flesh

calls alive

I am breathing

thus still alive

in me beating

the pure soul of a poet

the mind of a madman

I can see

my vision

though I don’t yet

comprehend it