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Evening Quiet

in the quiet of evening
passions turning into mellow
the heat of August fades
giving way to memories
outdated melodies
of sentiment and ambition
dreams turned to confusion
getting lost
in the depths of desire

an attempt to focus
thought and word
in the network
of rhythm and logic

and the images of fulfillment
are myriad distractions
the repetition
of life’s own contradiction
seduced by the lure
of perfection

it’s the production
of a crooked truth

i think now
i’m ready to bleed