I type this trying to alleviate
to elevate
above this separated state of fate
at any rate I cannot obliterate nor does it help to hate
this distance, repeated instance
So let me illustrate that if I could
that if I could
that if I could
I would see the sign
no, that all is not fine
cuz it does matter to the mind
like a mad prophet losing profit to the wages of sin
a blunt needle going in
mauling through crawling skin
life pulls the pin then stands there reloading
watching you explode then imploding
tattered word remnants splattering this emoting
this steaming bloating brooding ode to lost time
whispered while screaming yet spoken like a rhyme
the rhythm ripping, reaming
do not count me sublime
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from this strand of the web I reach to you hands spread wide in welcome they pulse in rhythm to the keyboard and onto the page
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