Animus Lost

Poem | Duration: 54 Seconds

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Drift into the void,

A chasm of nothingness,

An indifferent maw,

Of infinite awe.

Lost light,

Don’t fight,

Rest in deprivation. 

Without, yet, somehow more,

Vulnerable despite a hardened core.

Tethered to seas of darkness,

Where stars burn,

And worlds turn.

Sight unseeing,

Feeling unbeing,

Inward expansion,

Birthed in isolation. 

Who am I?

A heart? A mind?

I only know, because I am. 

I only grow, because I can.

I float in an ocean of chaos,

A mote amidst the storm.

Thoughts rage in my cage,

Time immemorial, 

An ancient new age. 

A moment only lasts if you notice it.

Will I connect again? 

Reality bends,

Space races,

Yearning gravitation.

Dust of my dust,

I need you for me to be.

The sensations of life, 

A necessity.

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Animus Lost is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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