Unarmed

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the world as seen

bent into something new

not quite right

but my eyes cannot lie



correction isn't easy

for i've been awhile

in viewing it this way

my crooked neck forged



i hear only voices

as my eyes wish to deny

and ears wishing hands

but a body unabiding



a radiator of hope

that gleam in my mind

the once white hole

seen replaced, overwritten



my mind tossing about

and things thought alone

dwell, stir, coming to wake

twisters of my abstract



shying into the child eye

fearful but wishes an answer

i say, "please dont worry"

truth suppressed, hope slides...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i always find it hard grasping... the thought

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