transmuting mutable emotions
into tragic projections
aired triumphant
the essence of our dissonance
flaunting our afflictions
through depictions of despair
in proud parades of pride displayed
disguised as introspection
devised of indignation
feral fears of primeval impel
fostering our fates
in lives surrendered to placation
impending skies of false illusion
looming truth e’er nigh
belying belief that all is for naught
lost amid the bliss of artifice
remiss to mind the cost
as sapient wastrels subsisting
Max, or Not 
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Thank you for the re-blog, Olde Punk. Your support is more than I deserve. I always appreciate your kindness and consideration.
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Your command of language, the meter of your poems, and the vocabulary you possess is otherworldly. Impressive once again Max
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Thank you so much, Olde Punk. Considering your epic mastery of language, I appreciate your compliment even more so. I look to you to help me know that I’m on the right path.
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Aww shucks 😁
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I like the choice of image. I was imagining a dystopian city.
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Thank you Samantha. One can never go wrong with Metropolis excerpts lol
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