In a rare moment of clairvoyance
I sensed the end of my life:
I will be a man despair!
But what about I will be despair?
The choices I made?
The loves I left?
The flight I made?
The fears I feared?
The defeats I postponed?
Perhaps, I will be sorry about the
Ferociousness I could not imply.
The rage I could not exercise.
The death I could not practice.
I see myself as someone swimming naked
In a pool of desolation.
All I have done with intelligence
Is undone by some raw feelings.


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