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Empires: Prologue





      Where has the romance gone?
      Did it run off with the last remnants of my life,
                                                                 oh so long ago?
      And how I wish to hate this place: the alienation is growing
      but nearly now numb
      and how this place is like a barren womb, a surrogate bastard
      with its cathartic factory life;
      its constant need of melatonin, urging to be
                                                awash the progress floors. Mainly decrepit.

 


      Five thirty wake. Late nights.

 

 

      My fellow contemporaries squander daylight like hoarding crows;
      awning birds— shiny things.

      I should write on the stone work
      under native sky—
      shimmering indifference.

 

 

                                But I want to change.
                                But I want to change.
                                But I want to change.

Author notes

This is (as the title suggests) the prologue to a body of work called Empires.

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  • Shibboleth
    July 9

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    You capture so much emotion and meaning in your writing and form.

    "and how this placea is like a barren womb, a surrogate bastard..."

    That's fabulous.

  • esdawg01
    June 20

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    I really liked the changing of your line breaks. Of course the last lines that don't change is a great typographical image, I was delighted when you used melatonin, science in poetry come together in such interesting ways.


  • Deindichter
    June 19

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    very e.e. cummings with the experimental alignment deviating from the normal. the general bulk of the writing is clear and fairly concise. by and by this poem is pretty awesome. I'm glad I came by and checked it out.


  • Discoveria
    June 17
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    I will get round to reading the set eventually! Thanks for putting them all up.

    From this piece I'm mainly just getting a sense of alienation with the modern rat-race. Some parts of it don't seem to make sense: "urging to be / awash the progress floors. Mainly decrepit."

    "barren whom" -> probably "barren womb"

    Looking forward to reading how this develops...

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