Member Poem

Stars, frames, melodies, fame
Worthless thoughts in a mundane brain
Cosmic (god you love that word) interaction
Synapse lacking
Always tracking
Why give up?  Why quit?  Ever?
Piecemeal the morsels and digest
Accept your fate.  It’s not a mistake.
It’s what’s at stake.
It will numb you.  It will kill you.
But you have no choice.
The only thing you have is your voice.
And so it goes, whether it’s real or fake
It’s not what you give it’s what you take
It’s what you make.
Don’t let it become you, but rather,
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