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Anthem of L

You had me enthralled my Self, not yet realized; an unshaped, soft, scared ball of clay; in awe of You entirely. Sunned by You, trapped in Your orbit, too stars truck to escape Your unintentional grip. But I didn’t want that, a blank-slate barren planet dwarfed and blinded by Your radiance inferior, hopeless, doomed to never be Your equal. So I channeled that, the months of adoration and self-loathing into the anthem of You. And once it was ready, I broadcasted it to many but I played it at You, hoping the soundwaves would weaken the chain. But I was not prepared for You to inquire further. Your eyes cutting into me, crushing me under the weight of Your gaze. Inches away from unveiling the truth of my obsession, escape was the only option. My weak form could not withstand the strength and potency of staring directly into the sun And having it stare back.

Anthem of L

You had me enthralled my Self, not yet realized; an unshaped, soft, scared ball of clay; in awe of You entirely. Sunned by You, trapped...