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Long I have watched the reflection

That you cast of me

& it is accurate, and honest

Suggestions of action against me

that are true, and real

I sit entranced watching myself as the construction

And ponder the detachment that you must feel

How long has your road been?

How hard you must have suffered to get there

your hurt is beautiful

As I am just another gear

Cast into a coil of cogs that I cannot escape

How free you must be in comparison

And how trapped I am

 to be able to touch the earth in ten steps

to breathe the frosted mountain air in ten minuets

to be forgotten in ten seconds

but your reflection makes this not so, it captures me forever

under a psychological jar, where I never develop or grow or heal

concepts that you have come to master

inflicted accurately

I wish that I could make you come

So you could hear my true voice

when all the words have evaporated

After all the sound and the fury to see how I stand

But you are not of this realm

You are unlike me

& it is in its way so beautiful, & poetic, & elegant

pure as the element you became able to master

display the fervor and power of yourself manifested

within spiraling coils of flame

to admire the torch of your being from a distance

because I am addicted to the risk of that which I cannot conquer

though I seek synergy above all things  

I sometimes wish I could make you come

In The blue emollient hour

You could see what it means to be of nature

Of the growth that hides the spark I possess

Even through my doubt, I could divide this once more

But the truth is a stark banner

there can be no growth where fire still burns

  

Avail.

Behind this completely broken circadian rhythm

is a desert where tears are commodities

where children are looked at with feint curiosity

against dilated obsidian and absent questions

infected with an envy for perfection

dunes of disenfranchised  and disconnected

when respective humanities leak from passive eyes

 admiringly dumbfounded with those actions

I question the depth of my desires as bodies of water

Realms of great thought echo through my human

Continuing to seek a precipice that defines their existence

String of Steel Pearls

I wrap you around my knuckles

I hide within your embrace

The destruction of my extensions

I let explode upon your face

will you still tread Upon me

attempt to push me underhand

crush that which I have created

so that I might ‘understand’

have you seen how fat you are?

And slow within your mind

Your thoughts have become so lazy

And your actions so unkind

Long I have spent the water

To let this place decay

The tyranny of your behaviors

Bleaching the fading day

cower before your father

Like the runt that you became

Under the wrath of my violent hand

That will treat you all the same

 Nothing is ever recurring

Like those comforts I never knew

dark nights where you hide your shame

With that heart that never grew

And vacantly I say hello

Detached as anything can be

I know the perverse truth

How you could never see

within the myriad of things

whose value escaped your eyes

those acute angles eviscerated   

the fabric of all your lies

where I once sought the synergy

I now seek only the infection

Of those clouded memories

And that distorted recollection

As you cut back all the tendrils

Where I sought to help you grow

You deserve the misery you planted

Within the treason of my flow

In the fading nightmare

That they fought so hard to keep

phantoms wait so surely

for a mind that remains asleep

because your slipping under

as the riptide and the shore

I will never forget who you were

Or how you sought for more

I could have done better

With support Instead of fists

 As your concern for me exploded

In bitter little trysts

it made me strong and hard

chains of folded steel

Repeatedly you crushed my hopes

And ground them into meal

I took the talc of my hopes

buried them in the sand

I may always walk alone

But I’ll do so as a man