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We Are Not Our Eidolons
In an ideal world we would all see clearly into each other's psyches
Whether Cancer, Capricorn, Ram or Virgo
Without needing to get too verbal
But formulaic emotion tinges what might have otherwise been clear
Ah the gifts of hypocrisy in a wayward democracy
Constitution ruptured atop foundational mores
Wherefore such typical tragedy?
Stock responses perfunctory
Adjudication in lover's court
A dismal dreg deemed exemplary
While seized by composer's grand symphony, one's broken lens gives false report
2 Bold Responses
Yes! Political parties and false romantic tropisms; hallmark love and candy-colour-coded democracy. Very yes. Thanks, obsidian. Groovy shit. Your poem appeared as i put on Starship Trooper for the million hundredth time; speak to me in soft accustomed ways, oh dear yes.
Thanks you for the poem!
Eagle Itzqua-hoodle! Thank you! Well done, man.
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And: lyrical, too. Nice job, dude. Rebel bass.
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