Poem: Distant Request

Handle this aging encasementas in a dream: boundless. Doubt previous assessments. Speak, a stream of generous spontaneity.

Cradle this bottled brain whose captive wanders forever devious catacombs of conscious chaos, trading faulty torches, pursuing the perfect hue of illumination.

Observe me gently... and I will yield sweet transcendence: The source unleashed.

April

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