Graves of Motivations.

These are dead motivations,
an amalgamation of the sleepless,
and the once soaring.
Benign in their askance,
these are encumbrances-
not to the petty, but to the truly magnificent.

Enchanced, inhibited and finally belittled,
the opportune perspire,
while being kissed by sullied despair.

The station passes, the lost askew,
buried in mulch after their slew,
to lie with those awaiting,
asking and beseeching, 
but shaking with feeling.

All these dead motivations,
so they thrive, as they are survive.
All these alive motivations,
so they survive, with the deprived.


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