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i saw the color of the flaw,

and watched myself succumb,

to the illusion of it's awe...

i fell into it, headlong.

such, coiled itself, beneath and above

like heaven and hell,

with pleasure, my pain,

was so available to name.

i swallowed hard, my pride in vain,

whatever it was, i had lost,

in thought i could not begin to explain,

the values that remained.

life was unmerciful today.

some semblance of discretion,

came the lucid wisdom of my weakness,

fluid from within, my passionate well

often overwhelmed and distant.

the vague discovery, the clear and the plain

answer for nothing, of this solitude's disdain

or the properties, of my moral charade.

we are the courageous that faces the mirror,

so inward, when no sense can be made

of the nerve that it takes,

to express one's heart, backwards,

like i do,

always~