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Such a simple and fragile existence A teardrop cradled in my hand A world unto itself An innocent, a brand. This mark of sadness has no notion Of what it represents The tracks it leaves upon its home The sorrow of its presence. Yet it carries with it A sheer and free release It cares not who you are or what you've done Only that you have pain to ease. Its birth is of your heart It knows its mother as its soul A galaxy in crystal A haven without toll. If I could find the well from which its sprung And drown myself within I'd do so in a heartbeat For these tears know not my sins. They are the safety of embrace And with thei

Teardrop Marius Budu Levitating among the ruins of ancient Babylons Mentally studying the bones of fearful memories Unraveling the moments that my essence overlooked Traveling down deep fluctuating passages of light, I unfold myself into being… Transversely pondering the question of still time Searching for meanings of that one hateful crime These paradoxal instances become sublime And all this flesh surrounding me, it isn't mine. So I let myself fall… Running down the Universe's cheek, I flow Amalgamating my essence with that of its mind Procuring fractals of this great divine I search for the one tangible truth beyond my kind