Metamorphosis

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Hellequin

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O, to defy that brazen lie
the sprawling flesh composes,
and shun those sneering passers-by
through forced metamorphosis!

(I surely did not aim for this
and yet, I guess,
will overpowers willing,
whilst naked, sore in acid showers
vainly vanity devours
reason,
belief,
imitating, unblocking
sol niger invictus...)


Release that weakling spook of mine
once more into the void,
lest once by stealth the stars align
and all must be destroyed (that's humanoid)!

(Gibberish, then silence)

Behold a wretched, sullen husk
but scarcely animated,
a spark of dawn, yet breeding dusk,
all anxious and deflated!

How could it ever come to life,
how does it still exist?
How does it manage to survive
beyond the soothing mist

of indeterminacy?
 
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Tormented torments the agonizing.
Not asking about the meaning of life could alleviate torments?
 
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