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giving all of myself and getting little

unless I bend over backwards they may not see me

after this summer so much has changed

replacing the needs of others with my own

during my last minutes in this spot I will

encompass that which has kept

drooling its meanness all over me as I rage

oxygen being my only food for this journey

red marks drying on me where blood once was

playing back and forth with the

reflections off of everything

out of the sky comes droplets of light

tearing like a bunch of holes in a canvass

energizing the walls that keep inner thoughts safe

capsizing motivations for the wrong dimension of future

testing how awake the crawling cruelties convey

every time I run through the wild to you my

day gets better

march was so long ago

in the future is next month so far away

shifting in thought because I am

placed in a box and every night and at first

light in the sky I am let out to perform

and do chores required of me

chained up symbols of where young ideas suffer

each time I envision the future

doing what is asked of me every single time

combining plots of escape with designed imagination

on the occasions that I somehow manage to dream at

night it is often of love like a fresh beginning brings

different from being ruled over as I am now

it seems like passion is something only movie actors show

that is the only time I see affection without anguish

intensity and pain are like clothes I am forced to wear

only sleep in a moment of relaxing but sometimes

not even then if reality finds a way to creep in

someday I will get away and be free

art touches that part of us
that exists above the
struggle for survival
and beyond all human reasoning;
there are ways to …
become and unknown
revolution soul inside
this chosen devotional,
but do not guess about
who I am when you hear
that or seek privacy
making yourself aware,
don’t be so easily annoyed,
do make a suggestion,
but yes I am still
dangerous and walking,
tonight the stars
cry down on me