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Recompense For Lost Dreams

~ to wander nothingness is to not live ~

Remember when you,

when I was leaving

said to me,

“The longer I live

the less I believe?”

You languished

salmon-rimmed

feverish eyes on a

marbled yellow-gray world,

and like a crazed

cinematographer

with mighty lenses,

zoomed in, pulled back,

jiggled a little, tried to focus —

A case of eye guiding hand,

the hand your perception

of a world lost without

perspectives.

Well, let me tell you

the more I have believed

the harder

I have died,

the less I believed,

the harder it was to live.

And the paradox

does not end here;

I found there is no such thing

as a “necessary evil” —

All evil is unnecessary.