Some days I feel
Alive to the world
Other days I can not
Even comprehend
The beauty of it all
So finely complex
Just to be broken
By a single act
Why were we made
To think and to see
If the only sight
Is the end of things
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Assorted Poetic Musings and Ramblings
PoetryA compendium of my poems. I just needed to put it out here at this point. It's less for you, the reader, as it is for me to know its out here. These poems are not for the faint of heart, mostly because they're bad enough to kill, but also because...
