poems, january (2025)

welcoming a new year...

#1

The defunct beholder

But I don’t feel it slipping away

It’s gently observed

Ever passive to my fixations

Some droning monologue becomes

Self fulfilling,

Conspiring for doom -

How does it feel to be satiated?

No fallacy overdue

To accept the gift of present

Perpetual boredom,

A curse for the spoilt

Sundry of resources

So paralysed by such.

Where I lack, it is forgiveness

Revoking my rights of expression

Preferring to be innocuous

With promises of certainty

I relent

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#2

A sense of oneness

Merges to other

So deeply

Understood

Yet unfaithful in

My caricature.

[This spiral is deep-faked]

I represent myself

In a court of law

Comprising mental square miles

Fluent only by moral code

And obscured by simply being -

A scale is never equal

Another day now lost.