filling out the silence with screaming in my head
reminders to take out the trash are littered all over the yard
the beginnings i crave are simple to attain
just don't poison the well
i'm not a glutton for punishment because i know my place
i simply indulge in unwashed fantasies of the complications of others
nothing can be fixed because nothing is broken
it just doesn't suit anymore
for all practical purposes there was learning that was accomplished
and a somewhat strange song was heard
i lift myself up to the possibility that the deterrents were merely that
little persecutions and stereotypes with no business buzzing around my temples
focus
see the real desire
grandiose isms are tossed around in defense of purpose
but they are not that miraculous
a shroud of anxiety cloaks righteousness in invisibility
smothers it until the perversion is so unrecognizable from that of its original self
that we are attracted to the possibility
that maybe
this time
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