Not Well

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Sir_Nathan
Sir_Nathan
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Rhetorical multi-layered synthesis
Familiar obsession: shrewd perceptive misanthropy.
A microcosm of impending psychosis
Genuine rage, painstaking particularity.

Smothering distortions of mother-love
Malevolently bent, self-centered smugness,
Crippled citizens vaguely remembered,
Methodically tormented, in half-hearted mortality.

Unbearable frustration, conditioning, prison,
Catatonia opens its grateful arms
Forbidding desert landscape
Oppressors vanquished, silence assured.

Sir_Nathan
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duckiesmutduckiesmutover 19 years ago
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smiles softly...

i like this because it takes time to wrap my head around. Going from a 'shrewd perceptive misanthropy' to 'a microcosm of impending psychosis'...laughs softly... perhaps i'm overanalyzing, but these lines, to me, represent a piece of human society, and the reasons we as a whole are often not well. A person can't at once hold hatred in his heart toward all others, and not expect it to effect reality around him. And those people who do, who find themselves 'methodically tormented, in half-hearted mortality' form the microcosm of society that surrenders itself to the 'grateful arms' of 'catatonia'.

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