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What does life hold in trust worth more than an absence of pain?
Is there something greater
Than indignity forgotten:
A nameless constellation of scars without stories?
Whence issues permits for glory and deed
Beyond a failure without fault,
Inured and absorbed like a fence within a tree
Engorging the steel that tears it in twain?
What burns brighter
Than a spark extinguished,
Betrayed by sweat and tears
That snuffed their ally’s worth?
Name a guilder or frederick d’or
That buys a smile more
Than amnesia of all values and stakes,
That turns a moment lost
Into a moment never had
And therefore never needed,
To dissolve like a grain of salt,
Indistinguishable, indistinct, a byproduct of things that rub together.
What investment is more secure,
As the climbing of the mountain into bed,
Or assays at such a vocal pitch
As the poverty wage of self-love?
Nothing drives the value up,
Nor the excitement, nor the zeal,
Like an absence of pain,
Of tedium,
Of existence itself
For existence is its own mortal enemy
And my weapon against mine:
Hope.
About the Creator
Aulos.Media
I'm working on my webnovel, "Binary Shadows: The Prize of the Cybernaughts." I have 47,000 words so far. Once I reach 100,000, I'll start posting it on Royal Road.
I like....lots of things.
IG and TW: @aulos.media
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