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I am a human -

cursed,

cast from the garden

and tempest-tossed -

tossed by tempests born

of gods and men -



blinded by unrealities,

thrown roundabout by details

and reborn with each passing day -

while blinded I see,

utterly confused,

and no fire from within

consumes me -



dependent and independent,

free, yet caged without bars,

tormented by hypocrises

held fast in thoughtless devotion -

ready for the next stage

and stymied at the starting gate,

advancing and retreating

in a haze,

denying still realities

that pass through my eyes

every day -



and perhaps

I do not answer

my own cry for change

because this is how

I was meant

to be -

roiling under the surface,

collected on the outside

and permitting all

the movements in between.



A human am I,

this world is my world,

and all the pieces of me

that slip away and return

have their place with my eyes

and without them -

these many visions of life

hold forth their depths

and grant no easy sight.



I keep my life

and all it means -

its convolutions,

revolutions and evolutions -

but all I own of it

is what I can keep

in mind.



With such exclusion,

only chance's exertions

hold out hope for me.

I will see something

not of mine

that will be worth receiving..

let it come as it will.