Dissonant Hymn

I wake

The soft glow around the curtains, daybreak

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Hazy and drawing blank

A few short moments of nothing before the nothing forsakes

And I'm tired like being immortal must feel

Tired in my depths, down through to my heels

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Rat cage boxes stacked high for this profane race

Whilst kindred sapien spirits disperse across an endless space

Stuck in grooves of arduous labour for shallow goals

Unseen wheels turning factory plumes to smother souls

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And my place is confused and uncertain

Light only seeping out behind the veil, behind the curtain

A hazy mirage of inner collapse and outer damnations

Whilst wealthy voyeurs mock and claw at life's creations

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And my heart, a sunken hallowed vessel

Love's left its ragged nest for somewhere else to nestle

Prospective futures waylaid by pressing needs

Whilst waiting for promised rapture amongst the rubbish and the weeds

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Enlightened to my unknowing

I draw the curtains and the day spills in

Sparrows dart and dance outside

And I wait for my life to begin