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i recently thought about

this place i used to frequent

as a boy

[where and when's irrelevant]

what mattered

was the moment

when i felt truly breakable

tame to the world's tacit whim

such immense influence

i can't even grasp such now

even though

i am still young

that feeling is far gone

replaced by a stern stubbornness

and will to walk in damaged steps

around the virtues of the world

perceptively assuming

that everything is dilated

blown out of it's right proportion

masked in casket silhouettes

and all i see's the shroud

unholy yet omnipotent

atop the haughty hierarchy

and,

my heart

feels trampled on

underneath its vicious heel

eaten by the light

like a moth at night

so now i borrow my ideals

from the scripts of former speakers

that preached the spoken word

with tact and abstract allocation

who fought with thought

and not with selfish abdication

the fathers of the free release

whose beliefs beget relief

in a time of dire need

but all the same

i'm no apostle

just some drunken sleepy writer

who claims he is some sort of poet

but really just a dead volcano

out of love and out of verse

an empty tank dried out and cracking

extinct from my ambitious bursts

yet still i play my harpsichord

hitting

all

the

notes

off

key