Incandescent

White-hot yet quiet symmetry.

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There is an incandescent anger there.

Not the misaligned, the divergent, me.

The typical minds. The normal. Them. Whatever.

They suck and suck until the host is bare…

a paradox of blind biology.

There is an incandescent anger there.

I’ve watched them feed, I’ve felt the vacant stare,

been strange, been smart, been too much to be free.

The typical minds. The normal. Them. Whatever.

My mind – beast that needed constant care,

a hunger shaped by love and memory.

There is an incandescent anger there.

They overlooked me, left me gasping air,

while I built systems they refused to see.

The typical minds. The normal. Them. Whatever.

But one got in. No walls could hold the flare

of minds entwined in quiet symmetry.

There is an incandescent anger there.

The typical minds. The normal. Them. Whatever.

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- UpsilonA