Internal Anarchies
addicted i am to this faux feeling, all these worlds created upon apathetic
absolution ; the
game can only begin when you stop wanting to win, when you've accepted there's
nothing left to lose. bruise me, stability, rip the ground away & pull freedom taut.
i've told you
many times i prefer the rust & loathe the shine; i choose to hurt this way. i am no
one
who lives no where & dreams of no thing in farther no wheres ; i crave the brutish
lick of
time to wear & tear the earth apart. earth is seen with the eye-- is the perception
of i in
contrast to everything else; in effect, reality is various. told what is wrong & what
is
less wrong, avoidance-avoidance conflict as nothing is good enough to be seen
as such. forget
manners & proportion-- let's trade skin & touch. much of what is learned is
what's observed,
lean in closer & take a second look [life is blind] -- so much we can find
unrestrained by
sense.
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