Bearsy

Got drunk under the (three or four visible) stars tonight in a city park with some friends. Had a little flash, so I wrote these on whiskey soaked paper bag. Idk if they're any good.

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I have been separated from the light of my soul,
by the grime and glow of these modern conveniences.
My eyes cannot grasp the infinite beauty of all that is
Just a hollow and sallow glow emanates from the depths of my undesirable reality.
This shallow and finite and worthless being
Is no longer able
to see anything
(I long for Mother Earth)

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Communion.
Meditation.
Self reflection.
These words.
Constructs.
Machinations.
Are empty.
Are hollow.

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Mafoo

i could see this being done as some spoken word poetry. i picture (i long for mother earth) as being said in "the background" maybe by someone other than the person reciting the poetry.

pretty nice bearsy!

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PLUR
For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return