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So long I sought the buried treasure,

so much for the search.

Why look for something which was only in my imagination?

Why bother?

Bird and cage fought before my eyes,

broken and twisted bars.

Metal bars

and an idea lingering in my brain cells

Or should I say further south?

Or higher?

Or never?

An opportunity, once missed, has never existed.

yet this treasure

Seemed more important than my own life.
Too large to miss,
too small to redeem.

Treasure found carved in stone

and in those images of old

which seem to prove a void theory

explaining this wasted youth,

this struggling depiction of life,

this rotten body,

this languishing mind,

this dark desire,

this obsession.