Poem #17: The Cosmic Scale

Note: The poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on July 26th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

The charming cactus needles pierce my flesh and teeth.

The anguish boils my skin and simmers the spirit beneath.

I stand and give way to the mighty shame my kin bequeath

Neither here nor there shall my eyes fall between.

Nothing is sacred, nothing is evil.

All is naught but a mere fable.

Step into the shadows of the demon spire, build upon mounds of treacherous tires.

The voice within me tells me to sleep while keeping me awake.

For what way of life does not cross death with one’s memories at stake?

Nothing is real, nothing is fake, nothing is evil, nothing is grace.

Nothing truly matters in the cosmic scale, for all that ever was remains only a tale.

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