My father long gone
‘Mother’ is a lovely forged notion
I have sampled bitter-sweet astronomical portions
As I bleed out in this art, I will capture immortality through absorption.
In practising self preservation,
There is alot I have said and done
Migration being my desired concoction
New realities set in and had themselves equivalent perspiration
Each long day, I lose more of my sight
Im seamlessly losing this fight
This dark tunnel I occupy reigns over light
But with a yearning might,
I think we’re gonna be alright.
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