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less than perfect
I see
Do you? --
this poem I'm writing is for me
beneath a rhyming world
I was born with my desire
this river of fire my passion will die with me
with just half of your love I'd be content
without your mercy
it brings to my eyes another tear filled river
the hardship in my waters deluge
it's wrong to give this kind of argument
I'm a sapphire consumer through these many months
where more stars are in my nights than ever I saw lights
drama in depths
some tragic scenes
fortune hear me on these measures
interpret-dread and anticipation continues
you say my poems of life must have lines
before I was open but now life is too stealthy
I thought that finding words would be a task
and yet here I have a score, as many as sands on the shore
if medical marvels fail, darkness can scare me some more
after facing the music from thirst in winter’s ice
my souls shadow sees you sharks
roll those black eyes in the water one after the other
no words can remove my dreams final-stand
for this game that I am so slowly losing
take this structure off of me, for it's terminating me
my astute and experienced eyes watch the click of the clock
that
I cannot escape
my hours fall and I do not have a net to catch myself
well, it is past mending
all my digits, clench
I'm almost ending
it's likely that I will not make it to the end
in my brain is a time bomb that will explode
and now I suspect
I find myself in such a fix
will the end be expeditious
and my change be less than perfect
