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My degradationÄ
In this disarray
Of Yesterday's
Today's, Tomorrow's

Created a vacuum
A bottomless pit
Pride, pity, hate, love
All and nothing

A mortal quester
In search of bounty
Driven by selfish jealousy
Needing basal companionship

None of the complexities
Of questions and answers
Just psychotropic distinction
A calm certainty from the momentary

Inexplicable restraint
Primarily required
To prevent further harm
And escape the self-destructive

Filling my cup
While taking a sip of life
Preventing true fulfillment
Traded for immediate complacency

Counter-productive
Yet as always, true
The blunt reality
Against the sharp edge of caprice.