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I recall the day you were born to create
As any man, as every human being,
andYou glimpsed the eternal thing
In a solitary instant,
You understood the senses
And their spiraling meanings.

You always knew the point of the game:
Sensibility, and you learned not to speak.
Write only of you when soemthing stopped you,
And exhort as an inspector of your paranoia.

You awoke after a great slumber
With the unreasonableness of the existence, without the us.
Shouting to me in your dreams, asking for help,
With the certainty that someone was watching,
And I slowly hated you ….

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Mark Leonard Melcher