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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
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    <name>kokopelle</name>
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    <title>Poem - Alone</title>
    <published>2015-09-21T02:05:43Z</published>
    <updated>2017-03-26T23:13:56Z</updated>
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    <dw:mood>contemplative</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">One of my themes in my 100 poetry theme challenge is starvation.  The poem “Alone” considers the dynamics of why people are starving for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Poem for Day 262 – 20150920&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I fasted for too long,&lt;br /&gt;was there a purpose to denial?&lt;br /&gt;The chalice was passed to me&lt;br /&gt;and I was asked to comply&lt;br /&gt;with the mad god's nightmares&lt;br /&gt;of being alone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a healthy appetite,&lt;br /&gt;survival and not addiction,&lt;br /&gt;so why should I live on crumbs?&lt;br /&gt;The grumbling you hear is below,&lt;br /&gt;a void begging to be filled,&lt;br /&gt;separated from the world's buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water water everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and not a drop found in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;The ocean outside my window,&lt;br /&gt;seen on in the streets and TV,&lt;br /&gt;knowing how to dip the cup,&lt;br /&gt;to find mine is filled with holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars must not be aligned&lt;br /&gt;a retrograde cosmic twist,&lt;br /&gt;above the path I persist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fated to walk alone by design,&lt;br /&gt;foretold by the divine inside joke,&lt;br /&gt;with my life as the punchline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the sprockets for alignment,&lt;br /&gt;with the others in proximity.&lt;br /&gt;Why are there no gears engaging&lt;br /&gt;between our mutual machinery?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am alien technology,&lt;br /&gt;incompatible with a terrestrial world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my happiness depend on this?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a sum of my present parts,&lt;br /&gt;not misused by the absent life?&lt;br /&gt;The mad god asks for his sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;I am the sacrificial lamb who must comply&lt;br /&gt;by being alone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=566393" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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