Somewhere in the spaces between expectation and reality
In carnal luxuries there is a tide of gain and loss
Moving against and within itself.
As a dynamo churning in pornographic thoughts
rendered to the triviality
there is an absence that lingers
and I see it more but ignore it better
in a way that words don’t explain
there is a rife within ephemerality
I am displeased by my short experience of time
In a hurt that has since become confusion
Like a falling snow that obscures the impact we make
As if entering a nuanced duality
I dream of human carnage and alien technology
To awaken in confines of circumstance
Haunted by the ghosts of inadequacy
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