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At Nile's Edge

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Everywhere that I look I see another character in a book And I know, for laymen, it can be so hard to understand that Truly, you either grandstand or stand grand I've seen the sitcom-livers Every episode, is the same, as the next Despite the strength of my liver Lips fear complacence more than absinthe Trying to capture pain on a piece of paper And light the way for the paths that taper They told me pen beats the sword But none conveyed it's a handleless saber Teething Don't mind waiting For what's to come There are leeches But I'm wading In this marsh's tum I am, making a concerted effort to better myself Making great progress in recent years Pertaining to intrusive thoughts And strides were made in quelling my compulsions and obsessions What my hands have wrought is testament to channeling fixations Since a young man Fought to stymie All of the roots of lust and fear Figuring out that apathy can be a slew Or instrument to bear The more that I've mapped The route of success The more that I've learned of its true foundation The greats are defined by amount of abstraction From Kantian representation But, sometimes I feel I'm unraveling One wrap at a time Solely dust comes out of both my tear ducts 'Cause mummies can't fucking cry Reading All red pages In this book of pain Ether told me What it tells all sages "Scribe and thy woes shall wane" And I'd like, to expound On a term that I've passed around And coined symbol fixation Give your attention To my ensuing explanation We gather money for the sake of accruement We marry another, forgetting the union We strive for a streak while forsaking the purpose We live out a holiday, losing the meaning We fight for a grade and discard all retention We savor the wrapping much more than the present We focus on tool and reject its utility Lost in tradition or drunk on the sentiment Sour moods, can beget sweet tones Inquietude, bears a strange allure Bones, broken to a metronome But no brine in my ducts to conjure My flesh, is a sieve That my youth does fade through Gauze, on my wounds But the ink seeped right through Your reflection's always skewed When searching for it in another's eyes I am more than sum of what my kin or kith surmise If I had to glean my worth From the change in another's visage Then I'd count my success By the smiles that I garner while in passage Some can't see The Sequoia in the seed That doesn't mean That I must plead In fact, I'm my healthiest When I unclench fists And I let Him lead Loneliness is a room full of people Each soul with a heart out of reach It's a cry unattended and a kiss that's rescinded It's a church with no ears for the sermon you preach Loneliness is a puzzle piece that's fought to find its match But, 'spite its efforts still remains a runt of the mosaic It's a rip within a quilt that's strived to find its fitting patch It's a line midst metered verse that still remains prosaic Loneliness is stranger's sweet smile Fluttering heart from a soft hand's touch The sweet chirps of a songbird on windowsill Fading in a short while Slipping invariably from clutch Flying to grace another place with all its heart can trill Every day begins another battle to stay balanced I feel burnout prowling, waiting for my safety fence to fail I inquired into whether I would weather feather Anubis told me the weight of all my talents wouldn't tilt the fucking scale Hoping I could make anthem for the tired, lonely souls Pen has barely scratched the surface though when it comes to these woes Whether you are searching for some respite or a true love's kiss Raise your fucking glasses to the air when I say this Bleeding As I pick up all the shards Of my shattered soul But I must say My reflection still is whole

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Alejandro Grant

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September 30, 2022

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