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Tired
In 18 hours of distress
My fair lady shines on me.
Losing balance, clawing down
Vibrating territory changing me.
I can’t feel me
Alone in a mob of nonsense.
Securities thinner then air.
Shimmering gray monument.
Place me atop of Mt. Sinai,
Show me the sinners.
I’ll praise your god
Just for a little piece of mind.
Blood splattered lampshades
Plot out my existence.
With little to hold on
I reach for nothing and pull down eternity.
Changing currents posses me
While sudden movements calm me.
Chilled in happiness,
Frozen in individuality.
