if the nature of one is contented
not to reach outwardly
the moon shines brightly on one's skin however,
the ordinary and insecure will thrash at every
chance to disrupt and tease with morose pleasure
in comparisons and illusions what is favored
adorned and even holly
bored with their own strife for individual color
and decipherment.
seclusion never appeared before me
though, experience has caught up with my
labor and is now tormenting
free thought by blast.
i need time alone to read Dostoevsky
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