An over-looked truth
with a touch of jam.
Push in my eyeballs
with a firm hand.
Further and further,
my skull becomes hollow.
Deeper and deeper
into despair I follow.
Obscurities!
An uncommon collection of amenities.
Never realized.
Scrape out the lotuses from my eyes.
Jam.
Jam the disappointment
through my heart.
The truths of this world
are lost on this generation.
Except for the old souls.
A flock of fledglings.
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