Such
Misgiving
It
cleft our soul to be met,
raised
by such Misgiving;
We
were perfectly damnable…
our
ambition without consequence
Or
boon;
inquiry
of creativity, of Essence
was
a compulsion futile…
our
response
to
the world
was
somehow obscene.
As
though to trace
From
compassion
or
to allow empathy
Into
a well
would
not caress harmony…
only
destruct her
debase
family…
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