13/7/2021
drafts upon drafts of unfinished verses left incomplete for they lack the culmination;
drafts upon drafts in between pages hoping to find the light within zeroes and ones.
words and letters, sentiments, and mental fetters from which I seek liberation through cliche verses about the pretense of human nature.
sometimes I fail and sometimes I am successful in conveying my mind's chauvinistic treasures through ineffectual mediums in obscure online agoras; orating on my very own Areopagus for the few that listen as I pretend not to feel the frisson caused by my soul's exposure.
hear! hear! let's drink to freedom say I; a nameless person online believing that I have broken the tie between liberty and lie while concealing all the stygian parts that make me who I am; the ones the light has yet to touch.
just offer me the hemlock already -a deoch an doris before my ego death ensues.
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