Short poems.
-Midnight. About the dead poets who not only did art, they were it. And people die, but art is immortal.
-Out loud. About how love needs to be expressed.
-Ephemerally Immortal.
-Freedom. And it's price.
The creation,
spawning by dividing
energy twice and twice only,
making the parts rejoined
observing the undeniable truth
the whole will be greater than
the parts
yet
the process kills,
weakens me with
every new attempt,
an agonising fever of
the mind
bringing me one step closer
to conceding
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