Afterlife
Blurry Noisy Hued Grave

Afterlife

By AlmightyMelon | AlmightyMelon | 23 May 2020


Feel the cooling trade winds attract you outwardly. 
Put aside your rebellious youth without betraying its ideals. 
Scattered streaks of light are broken on your face. 

I cannot begin to correspond with you in the usual way. 
I can find no end and no beginning to the absolute. 
Your reaction dissolves me. 

From this night forth I swear on my heart, 
I will become someone to depend upon, 
with sound thinking and regular habits. 

I have been referred to as scum, 
with an anxiety that froths over. 
I hope they can separate life from art. 

We are a house divided. 
I will form what is yet to be made by an elusive chemistry 
that improves my little corner of the world. 

For Pilling, Holt, Eames and Abbott.

First published here.


AlmightyMelon
AlmightyMelon

Noobie crypto enthusiast from Auckland, New Zealand, who works as a teacher.


AlmightyMelon
AlmightyMelon

My background is creative writing. I have a passion for multimedia art and digital comedy. I have been an observer of cryptocurrencies for a long time, but only a recent participant in them.

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