One for my Baby

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abyss

His single-mindedness
has been gone.
Became contradictory.
Relinquished to fight with
his chimera.

Now, he denudes,
takes off his self.
Dismembers.
His lulls have to give shape
to his own abyss,
as well as to open
the portal of enlightenment he does
not have without
identifying the image
of his emptiness.

All his convictions are to be cut off.
Nor he is not inaudible
while having to summarize
his own epic – a life being
not even wrong,
nor any sigh can be heard.

She is like no one else.

In the casino, the piano swallows
all the heavy notes
instead of him, while
dropping them one by one into an
imperceptible mouth
until the culmination.

A quarter is lost.
She is forgotten.
She is no more
his mirror.
Her age is wrapped in wistfulness.

His robotic carrion needs
life for raising the balance
of his money-
nickel rocking rocks
to change the destinies.

He has never hoped
to be a better one,
but he forced himself
to become a true story
of life.

The entire life,
he has been a poetic dreamer
locked inside his
oppressive subconscious.

He has never stopped
questioning himself
about the world around him
while he was afraid to live.
Ceaselessly he has balanced
his beliefs as he would
like to bend some sounds
for no more sadness about
the true stories of life.

Now, she is no more his tomorrow,
albeit he is still in love with her
while trying to be
a compassionate one.

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