An acceptable poem

(this may need more work)


"Closed walls"
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Steel reflecting steel
no luster permeating the
lucid and unstable
shells
...that cradle the spinelessness of our trailing existences.

A spark of oneself scrambling
to
exist in plain sight
...but it was already buried and sealed
away.

Acceptance can be forged;
merit and prowess are not carried
and drop themselves thoughtlessly,
if direction should
be thrown.

No blank can harbour ingenuity
Given nothing present;
therein, nothing can
...sigh
nothing can
...recoil
nothing can
...flow
nothing is
...frail
it's no
...concern of mine

Care can be cold blooded
and frivolous

It's dead but it happens.