i am the drowned king
of a broken kingdom
filled with empty gestures
fevered dedications
painstakingly recreated
carved in marble epitaphs
for those long dead
but never ever forgotten
hail hail the drowned king
in his kingdom of darkness
sitting atop a throne
of mummified hearts
supping upon the salty tears
of lost hopes tossed aside
drifting into nothing
from where he was born
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I thought those hearts looked more broken than mummified… but maybe it’s just the light in here.
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i cannot tell the difference anymore.
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I’d say maybe light some more candles??
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nah. in the dark it doesn’t hurt as much.
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Is that how it works??? Lack of, what’s the word for sense-input, ____?
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i don’t have any sense nor input.
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I mean, you know, when there’s no stimulus, therefore no stimulus transduction. Ugh. This is gonna drive me nuts, what the word is.
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sounds like a big word. i don’t know many of them. something something lack of eternal stimuli
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Haha. Maybe. Sounds about right.
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So in desperation, I went and read a couple articles on sensory deprivation and being in a SD tank. And I thought, damn, Mike would write a really good poem about this.
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I’ve actually done the tank. that is a good idea.
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I knew it.
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I expect something wonderful soon!!!!
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Probably not wonderful. But maybe this evening the words will sing again.
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Well, YOU’ll be writing it, correct??
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When I thought of calm and sensory deprivation I found my Yokai again. Sorry
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Don’t apologize. I knew exactly what happened and I thought it was beautiful.
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