...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsKT0s5J8ko&ab_channel=MacMiller
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. . This place, . This place is my sanatorium; . It's where I come to collect myself, . To codify expressionism . Into useless little poems - . Half hearted portraits and delayed trains of thought . Held up . At a terminal, where those employees . That're waiting, patiently, for me to leave . Announce abruptly across the loudspeaker: . . . "Engine in station," . "All aboard," . "The train will be departing at three." . . . . This place is for catharsis, . For steeping, and for venting, . For tapping keys with the voracity . Of a Thai boxer, wrapping his shins about bamboo . In preparation for an upcoming fight . Held semi-annually, in the center of the city. . . This place is sanctuary, . A silent compass - . Where I might hold a wicker candle . To the charts and navigational maps, . The antiquated books and meticulous secrets . That indicate a course of least resistance . Through a predetermined tempest, . And in so doing, provide for me a leger . Detailing all manner and number . Of buttons and hatches, . Sabers, and breach-loaded cartridges, . All spare sails, tar and marketable timber . Warranted . To survive blizzards in the tropics . And a summer-storm, occurring at the height . Of an oxymoronic mid-winter. . . This place is a cave; . It is an owl's hollow, a cairn, and a barrow, . A lighthouse high-tower . Or the bell-room and steeple, arranged . At the very pinnacle of the cathedral. . . (break) . (Quasimodo comparison) . . . (aside:) . (when a cocksucker that can't spell) . (calls you an a*****e that can't write,) . (well,) . (then it's time to leave the website) . . .
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