Disconnect: Purple Man

Discarded signs and
Ignored voice
The gaiety of life
Has sometimes been
Vexed
For it often times resides
On the quiet side of the
Chasm
Reality is a pruple man
Wounded but very much
Alive
Too alive
Too aloud
Too concerned with
mortality

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