While bored by today's banality possessed by the demon of pen and ink drugged by the wine of ennui While looking inward reflecting outward Looking through the glass of reality While looking outward reflecting inward Looking in the glass of unreality While confusing outward confused with inward Looking in a mirror at reality Looking at universiality Looking from the heights by standing on a ladder Looking from the depths by tripping on a step Looking at all life as through a microscope Looking at nothingness and seeing simply all. Mumbling false Recantations in the grey stone hall of Truth. Mumbling false Recantations as I sit here by myself.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this one after a prolonged period during which
I wrote nothing but really bad poems (I haven't published
any of these), and got really sick of poetry for a while.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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