UKArchive ID: 26150Fitbin
Originally published on March 18, 2011 in Poetry
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The soft machine broke down and spilled dark red fuel,
trapped and confined in a hypothetical cage of happiness.
Wanting to escape through time on a cloud of velvet music,
order decays into chaos as entropy struggles against atrophy.
The black knight rides alone, into a bleeding sunset of pain,
cursed to hurt those who follow him, because he cannot love.
Like the tiger slaying the lion, only to be consumed by liquid fire,
the happy are proven deluded, as the enlightened commit suicide.
Bursting a bubble of cold regret takes away the only comfort left,
the ignorant gladly quaff the visual opium that dumbs their spirit.
The sad sounds haunt him now, as the tears never quite fall,
smoking a flood of Zen, the mountains quake in sympathy.
Archived comments for Depressed Heat
anth2011ed on 30-04-2011
fitbin, sorry to intrude, but can you send your permission and bio for the 2011/2012 Anth pse?
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