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Mighty Atlas,
afflicted with the weight
of the world as it rests
upon one shoulder

A pity,
where do you forsake
the burden you bear?

I envy thee,
we differ in temperament
for thee boasts tenacity
I remain lamenting
in grief.

Damn thee,
for not bearing
allegiance

where I a fool
for far too long.

Tell me,
where shall I weigh my existence?

Lovers are fools
of selfish grace.
oblivious to the truth
the light bequeaths

for I cast down

a
tear
or every
moment
and

a
tear
for every
memory
and

a
tear
for every
woe now
fill the

emptiest spaces.

I too, pity the Lark
with such a melodious
voice enchants the
falsely enlightened

I also revealed in
the Lark’s deceitful wail

the mermaids’ now
sing my song of sorrow

the tears remaining only
as a remnant

 

Image provided by Fine Art photographer Aimee Ketsdever
all rights reserved

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