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And yet here I stand...
An utterer of phonemes
and an orator of paraplegic incoherencies.
A corruptor of vowels
and an annihilator of consonants.
I have summoned my voice into silence
excruciatingly discolouring my mental lyricism
into lightless reflections of my inner darkness.
And yet here I stand...
A human commodity of the highest value,
a proprietor of well being
and a connoisseur of packaged happiness.
A relentless force of passiveness
rotting on the outskirts of life
moulded into a social singularity
of erratic dream sequences.
And yet here I stand...
A collector of obsolescent moments
that asphyxiate in my compartmentalised emptinesses
and the sum of which falls short of a life...
of one life.
