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Planet Zero
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
Emptiness, it is all around me and I
find myself
stuck in this circle of hurt.
Destruction of ego.
Phone calls.
Demands.
I am the man of planet zero
hiding behind
illusions of despair.
Trembling, I find I am
uncertain
of how to say the words
that lie buried in my soul.
Instead of assurances
I only offer
bursts of static confusion
that has become
my world.
I sit on planet zero
and count the teardrops
as they glisten on the
craziness of reality.
Music plays softly
in the background and I
become entwined with
every sad song that
blasts its message
upon me.
Dropping pretences I
have now come to the
place where
I am surrounded by
trashing sonnets of
hurting vocabulary.
What pleasure the
thistles feel as
they burrow into
the deepness of my mind!
I fall awake in a
second of awareness,
and I find the button
I need to push.
Pushing it, I burst into
cold ice that settles
wickedly into the
grey matter that
used to be
my
brain.
Wonderful, moving piece.
Wonderful, moving piece.
Vive le Quebec libre!