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Prelude



I know that I will soon return

to that turgid, poisonous sea.

I pray that something protects me there,

and though besotted, I can still see.

I plead that there be some sort of voice

with which I can share my distress.

Unrelieved, I will push my endurance

to the breaking point of a ridiculous test.


There will be fantastic whirlwinds

that will leave me damaged again.

Unfaithful maidens will bend down to me,

and I will recognize none of them.

I will propel through a great collapse

of both space and time I know all too well.

And my hatred will know no satisfaction

until I find myself again in familiar hells.


I no longer know my heart or myself,

this is not how I once began.

I walk again amidst a necropolis of hope

alongside faceless figures from stranger lands.

Let this song stand however, let it serve

as some lasting testament to the fact I’ve tried

to give some truth to my life when

my real nature told me I should have lied.

Dear H Hillenburg ~

I was marveling at how well you accomplished your goal of spewing bitterness with your first poem I read, and trying to figure how to comment on your final line, which was very effective. Not knowing yet how to best phrase it, I went on to read this one, and am really impressed by it throughout. Once again, your last line is strong punctuation. I like this poem a lot!

~ Lizzytysh