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The man with no father Searched for remnants Of a pre-defined definition Of What the world considers to be Masculinity He searched into The past men who have built and maintained empires Who burned their own bridges To annihilate the idea of retreating into the past. Into comfort Into hope In extreme hopelessness Under the magma of rock-bottom Under the stars which were devoid of divinity Under the water which he drowned himself in Just to rise from the grave As the water forcefully escaped his lungs He viewed everywhere but himself But when he did He realized That the past is now The now is now The future is now Now is the eternity he was and is confined to Now supplies the water that he once choked on Now supplies the air that he will breathe Now he is alive. Now he is.
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