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Compositions-

of words that don't speak-

bound by the strength of the weak.

Rhythms-

of a heart that doesn't beat

Baked by suns without heat.

Sensations-

of pain that doesn't hurt

passed over by years of unclean dirt...

Vibrations-

of touch that never feels,

and wounds that never heal;

Fantasies that deign to be real.

Realities-

of unmovable forces that never pause

That reach out with their sharp claws

of anguish and just cause.

Dreams-

of nightmares that never cease;

of souls without peace.

Love-

that gift from above

that alights as a dove

weightless and beautiful

and arguably indisputable.

Hate-

of useless ties that bind

so meaningfully unkind

and never far behind...

Life

a maze of destinations

approached with trepidations

of endless limitations.

Death-

a thing we all fear

each day draws it near

making circumstances clear-

wiping slates clean...

We're really never here.