i am a broken down clown
living my life like a silent film
moving quickly with no direction
as i apply the makeup to my life's
gymnastics, i begin to see the signs
of corrosion and deterioration
i sit and think of her as everybody in
the world that has ever loved me despite
my flaws and my faults
i make a small but explorable incision in the
centermost part part of my gut to see if anything
exists there still
i realized immediately but tardily that i have not worked
hard to become financially comfortable but worked smart
to be unabashedly afraid
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