He lost him completely, himself and desperate
He tried to find his soul in the
Thoughts of each new friend, each new lover
He tries in the union with
Each new experience, every passing year
To touch upon the essential
Act of feeling alive, that so elusive
The Spark that sometimes flees with time
The forms of pleasure no longer
Convinced his body that he was young
No longer gave his being the ultimate high
It is as though he never existed, and that
Is the irrevocable fantasy and hallucination
Of existence, he can no longer feel the passion
Of what once was, and never can be again.
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Wuji Seshat 