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Most nights I yearn for the role of a spark plug

rather than the live wire I present on the daily

clouded by the smoky air of uncertainty

I cannot appear to locate how to emerge as the greatest inclination of myself
Only catching sporadic glimpses from time to time
in the love of somebody else's eyes

My doubt, my hope, my fears

My loves and my passions sincere

in all their guarded glory

Wearing this docile temperment

like a cloak, simultaneously invincible and invisible 

I'm aware of the sparks I've cascaded

but flummoxed over whom I've ignited

Have I crossed too many circuits over the years?

Or do they write off this discharged jargon as a leaky, dead battery's acid?

Perhaps sometimes the most complex situations require 

exposure

and embrace

of the simplest truths

I need love.
I need acceptance,
as the rest of you,
and I need confirmation that my foundations are of sound mind and heart

So, please do not acquire a library card

and borrow from these walls

if you do not intend to return the hand-written etchings

If you shall not return,

as so often the case,

at least install a skylight and a rope along the way.

I've been down here far too long

feeding on freeze-dried ice cream and Tang

to recall the splendor of real sustenance

In a most terrifying way

I'm not quite sure how the primary events will transpire...

...fortunately, I know the roots of confidence are paramount
and the hands must be worn to the core
if I want to make a change
in this stale boy today

Yet love, such a beautiful premise

remains void in this chamber

and far too often I can't bear to look at you anymore