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I don't like to dwell on the perilous

or the plain ole futile

ways I've been told to improve

my corporation by others well-intentioned

but did the math just now

with thousands of days come and gone

without a hand to hold

without a feeling of home

and the pit is exposed

Most don't understand what thousands of days of

rooted solitude does

to the heart

to the confident mind

to the psyche

A gentle loss mimics the taste of victory 

and overvaluing elemental human kindness

or denying real interest

like the world's most gullible bank chain

inhibits my ends

my way to tangible wealth

my way out of the matte black

But nope.

The wires crossed and shorted out a while back

every emotion memorable but stagnant

with no sense of motivations in others

paralysis is a pathetic saving grace

bringing resolution, no less,

but also no progress

It's difficult for anybody new

to courageously enter this arena

simply for the roles they would benefit to bear

Excavation through scar tissue 

requires the right-minded truth

and the right tools 

left for navigation to heartened diamonds

let alone the conventional worries of healthy notions

loving me is like catching stones in the ocean

Sure chases elicit thrills 

But the sea is vast

always in liquid abnormality

and an inevitable aquatic chaos looms

unless one's wise enough to rope the moon