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AbC…24

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AbC…24

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Dredge away… away into the soul of the gaunt-hearted, from which you dwell

Move away… away into the soul of the timid, where you live

Crawl up into that corner of your mind,

Crawl into that corner of your mind,

only to find yourself a human

only to realize you are human

itching under skin at my name,

feeling uneasy at my name,

Click—

AmEliA

The scolding touch of metal, amber beams radiated, weathering in my breath.

The harsh touch of metal, amber lights shining, aging in my breath.

Ambivalent how to ignite the mask, without scarring the face yet…

Unsure how to start the mask, without harming the face yet…

Conviction of the love that you would never be ashamed

Belief in the love that you would never be embarrassed

doesn't douse the dread,

doesn't remove the fear,

Still learning primal fear—

Still learning basic fear—

stomach lurching, churning, turning, as the ghost of intent pierces me once more.

stomach twisting, turning, as the ghost of intent hits me again.

Anguish whipping my heart like a horse’s, chained hoofs pounding—

Pain hitting my heart like a horse’s, chained feet pounding—

Sobs shaking my shoulder—my name too scarce to open residence, branded—

Crying shaking my shoulder—my name too rare to settle, marked—

—24—

yet…unwilling to leave it locked.

yet…unwilling to keep it closed.

Profanity of perfection,

Curse of perfection,

willing the mask of embers rigidly to chin,

forcing the mask of embers firmly to chin,

throat—

and smoldering soul—

and burning soul—

Spitting out rust-red waves of purpose,

Spitting out rusty waves of purpose,

yet uncertain how to write life

yet unsure how to write life

void of straight lines of letters

without straight lines of letters

Color indefinite to the shifting eyes of the soul,

Color unclear to the changing eyes of the soul,

in an orchard of overripe truth,

in a garden of overripe truth,

…Truth…

Along the everlasting precipice of earth I dredge,

Along the endless edge of earth I move,

weighed by the gravity of… of—

north and south —an—

—24—d east and west.

Compass spinning, single stop clock ticking, hollow home* …hollow house

Compass spinning, single stop clock ticking, empty home* …empty house

Lost…

Lost, walking through a web of words, tentative to take a step into fear’s life once more

Lost, walking through a web of words, hesitant to step into fear’s life again

Inchoate life and dream, trampled in perfection

Unformed life and dream, crushed in perfection

Vertigo slithering into the chaos of why—

Dizziness sliding into the chaos of why—

Watching through my eyes—vertigo strapped in—my feelings whirl in reverse

Watching through my eyes—dizziness strapped in—my

Rotating…

feelings spin backward

Reversing…

Rotating…

Inverting…

Reversing…

in whirl feelings

Inverting…

my in strapped—

in spin feelings

vertigo—

my in strapped—

eyes

dizziness—

eyes

through

watch

through

ing

watching

—24—

Heart dropping down my throat

My grinning shadow the—truth that seeps behind me—

My smiling shadow the—truth that seeps behind me—

seeping in my dreams, bathing in muddy swirls of hope, anger, and sadness,

singing

“A B C D [ ]

F G H I J

K L [ ]

N O P Q R

S T U V W

X Y Z”

—miss a step, stumble—

No—

N-ooo no

NO.

A deer in the headlights of hope.

Why am I submerged in overlapping bowls of serial

Nu2b4rs—

Taught twenty-four… is—“close enough?

Hang, your language—”

EMber,

EyEs,

sEEping,

bEaMs,

EvEry,

My,

Earth,

EvErlasting,

ovErripE,

MEtal,

sMoldering,

Why does a tongue whiplash my shattered heart?

Why does a tongue hit my broken heart?

Yet no question.

Cold granite steals the warmth from my fingertips.

Cold stone takes the warmth from my fingertips.

Alone in present thought. Stark white blank canvas, unblemished by life’s stroke.

Alone in present thought. Stark white blank canvas, unmarked by life’s stroke.

Pristine office,

Tight leather chair,

my reflected eyes interviewing.

Ribs stitching my stomach, my shadow,

the sower of doubt,

the source of doubt,

Still crawling through a web of words,

Words…

Frag24nt.

Drea24r

Na24…

Love—

Cackling… in screams, shouts, states—of-truths.

Laughing… in screams, shouts, states—of-truths.

I throw it all on the table,

Stark white canvas—scribbled.

Earth—a circle.

Mask letters unbound.

Click of the car—solitary words unlocked.

Click of the car—single words unlocked.

I am 24 + 2 = M + E

Me.

Explanation

This poem is a complex exploration of identity, emotion, and existential dread. It employs a fragmented and non-linear narrative to reflect the chaos and confusion of self-discovery. The poem begins by urging the reader to delve into the depths of their soul, confronting their fears and insecurities. The imagery of crawling into the mind and feeling discomfort at a name suggests a struggle with self-acceptance and identity. The poem continues with vivid descriptions of emotional turmoil, using metaphors of masks, embers, and rust-red waves to convey the tension between outward appearances and inner truth. The recurring motif of '24' symbolizes a search for meaning and self-definition, while the use of numbers and letters emphasizes the struggle to articulate one's identity. The poem concludes with a reflection on the isolation and introspection that accompanies this journey, ultimately affirming the poet's identity as 'Me'.

Word Dictionary15

Word	In English	Plain (English)	Pron.
dredge	dig up	to bring up or reveal something hidden	drej
gaunt-hearted	fearful	lacking courage or spirit	gawnt-haarted
ambivalent	uncertain	having mixed feelings	am-biv-uh-luhnt
conviction	strong belief	a firm belief or opinion	kuhn-vik-shuhn
anguish	pain	severe mental or physical pain	ang-gwish
profanity	curse	offensive or disrespectful language	proh-fan-i-tee
smoldering	burning	burning slowly without flames	smohl-der-ing
inchoate	unfinished	just begun and not fully formed	in-koh-it
vertigo	dizziness	a sensation of spinning or losing balance	vur-ti-goh
whiplash	sudden jolt	a sudden, sharp movement or reaction	wip-lash
granite	hard rock	a very hard, granular rock	gran-it
pristine	clean	in its original condition; unspoiled	pris-teen
solitary	alone	done or existing alone	sol-i-ter-ee
trampled	crushed	tread on and crush	tram-puhld
chaos	disorder	complete disorder and confusion	kay-os

Poet & Context

Poet—

EraContemporary

The poet of this piece is unknown. The poem appears to be a contemporary work, characterized by its modern themes and experimental structure.

WhenUnknown

WhyThe poem explores themes of identity, existential dread, and the complexity of human emotions. It uses a non-linear narrative and fragmented structure to convey the chaos and confusion inherent in self-discovery and introspection.

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

IdentityExistential dreadEmotional turmoilSelf-discovery

Literary devices

Metaphor: The poem uses metaphors like 'mask of embers' to convey the tension between outward appearances and inner truth.Imagery: Vivid descriptions such as 'rust-red waves of purpose' create strong visual images.Repetition: The recurring motif of '24' emphasizes the search for meaning and self-definition.Fragmentation: The poem's structure reflects the chaos and confusion of self-discovery.