Ascend to a ceaseless shrill-
the pounding of the masses.
Be one, Be all, be nothing.
Perched, and observing,
find the prod, the lance-
The beast, like the succubus,
will continuously hunt-
until the very moment
the ever moving shrill
comes full circle.
-M. Taggart
Very direct
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Hello, I hope you enjoyed it.
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Absolutely yes
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🙂
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Beautiful poem
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Hello and thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
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Wonderful! I might be wrong, but you seem to be a spiritual person.
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Indeed. Cheers, Ishaan.
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So I was right!
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