all this insight
knowledge immense
pride remains
also repentance
sin is not felt
when i forget myself
why must i remember
regret, desire
faith and suspicion
on such quicksilver
rocks the ill shaped boat
defined by the trend
lost to myself
hopeful of a love
I refuse to grasp
do i have any at all
climbing a hill
just to escape the ground
on the summit the view
is what i left behind
the blue summit appears
only to be clouded again
the jigsaw completes
and jumbles again
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