Identity
Attitude
When the
floodgates open you’ve chosen your date
Affliction
or addiction to whatever opens your gate
Glorious
feeling that washes away calmness
The
abstract urgent attention that directs action
Humanity
divided between the live and the dead souls
The
passionate potentate ruling regardless of risk’s scorpion sting
The
living dead an abstract thread, same from birth to death
These
aren’t deliberately decided but divided at conception by stealth
But
there’s affliction that is the cost
Will hurt
and wound by its constant accost
Some pay
full price so soon they’re lost
Others
endure loving torment being tossed
Does one
seek a point or search for divine penchant?
Why a
circle and not a rectangle is irrelevant
Just that
you exist and must adapt to your bent
To engage
and fight sometimes because it can lift or rent
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