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cognitive dissOnAncE (?]
the mInd is a place of wonders
vast and deep and sPlendorous
with mAny twists and turns
that even we do not uNderstand
oUrselves

wE build walls to defend ourselves
and we search endlessly for oNe
aLike

we spit vOws like tobacco
and wRap ourselves in a limitless
pAssion

for a tIme

and then we fAde
and we sTray from ourselves
and bEtray ourselves
and kIll the others so alike
and wIthout question
[did i do the rIght thing]

when life is in conflict with iTself
who is around to mEdiate
and console and rEprimand

no oNe
jUst you
and yOur conscience
and your cognitive dIssonance

a constant pRessure crushing you
and your racing mInd
your wild hEartbeat
and you kNow what you did

the wRong choice was made

and no one wants your ******** apology
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The Flickering Candle
I chuckle at myself, my deluded little self.
What had been so simple as a burst of plasma --a flame--
I built into a heresy of hope.
Liquid Sliding Down my veins, it deluded my hopeful mind.
I chuckle at myself.
My Star was neither "Newborn," nor "Star," nor was it mine.
With all the rage of a hapless, hateful, drunken father, I struck the waxing light.
The light then flickered, waning and
I sat in the Universe alone.
In the Pitch Black, I cried to myself,
"Why must I ruin the treasures of the Universe?"
For surely, I had destroyed a treasure of the Universe.
That Newborn Star, so bright with my imagined perception,
Faded quickly into the Abyss.
And I let it fade.
I let myself fade.
My treasure was gone, surely to never be recovered.
And all I had to show for my delusions was a ******** invitation.
Would you like to join me?
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