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Release

we are become as lotus eaters
in which our suffered graces
are numbed to true sensation,
force fed with base esthesis.
Imprisoned by unreal desires
blind to the world around
behind walls of false design
shackled hostage bound.
Dare we look at all beyond
that which is placed before us
for in searching is release
from the bland anonymous

Adieu

I can it seems with efforts small
forget how the world can be
yet as the dawning terrors fall
how the world remembers me
thus deeper should I dig my grave
and there spend all my days
in an attempt my mind to save
from this earth and its ways.
Away from daylight would I lie
ignorant bliss to spend
an Eden grown behind my eyes
until this hell is ended,
so seek me not, oh troubled lands
that have brought only pain
I can no more against you stand
and can no more remain.
So in my tomb of silent mind
I’ll build my world anew
and as my rest the world won’t find
I’ll bid this world adieu.