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letra de chiaroscuro - greylotus

“maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. but this culture is fenced, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back.”

contrasting grey from grey as
obsidian from iridescent unpigmented
subjects distant, proximal
resolute towers
burned by their lifeless understructure
conflagration shedding light upon
their candor, undying

deafening whispers
paint the night, begging
“why have you built this cage for us?”
pathways once azure run
thin with the sun
pushing soot and ambеr blood
infixate
both bygone and foretold
in thе now
we will remain
suspended
spinning wheels without
candescence
formation held
do you feel
the lack of
inspiration?
something that we have not yet written
do you feel shame
full of chaos?

can there be darkness without a source of light?
a codependent relation inversely erudite

it swells and subsides with the moon
in harmonic motion
perigee
compounds the weight
of the inward struggle
our trajectory onward

the dark brood crawl toward their barrier
its wood has since begun to rot
prosaic culturing
the first signs of a city born anew
are met with a choir of dissent:
“go back!” echoing through centuries
although we tout the yearn for normalcy
the first signs of a city born anew
are met with a choir of dissent:
“stay down!” preservation of a state
is the reason a coward hesitates

a thin line differentiates insanity from the allowed self
the urge to self-annihilate fed by our need for separation

unfocusing my eyes
black and white fall into grey
why must we cast the two as distinguishable at all?

contrasting grey from grey as
subjects distant, proximal
can there be darkness
without a source of light?
a codependent relation
inversely erudite

“might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free?”

i’ve seen enough of the sun’s rays through rubicund eyelids (can you open your eyes to see?)
both thumbs depressed into sockets still cannot eclipse (will you open your eyes for me?)
the pressured salt and soil brings forth an ichorous rain
a dimly lit stream of static flows into my vision
blinded, but now truly seeing
blinded, but now truly seeing
blinded, but now i see
how could i build an identity from the shades i could never appreciate?

- greylotus

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