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Covertly it hides behind cheerless abstract lines

It’s the substance of regret, of repent for a trick

It’s the project of the mind troubled by it’s own neglect

It’s that close conversation with the father of long past

Never lasts, the conviction to transcend the cheerless abstract

Breaking through the waves so phonetically engrossed

With the meaning but the meaning has not meaning anymore

It’s the feeble compromise with the surface and the core

It’s that comparable relation between subject and the world

Never knowing when you’re edging over lands of cheerless abstract