SIX FEET TALL IN HIS MIND

Six feet tall in his mind, his stature grows daily . . . .

 

Through the eyes of the mind he magnifies his life

Through the fog of strife he transcends reality

A backward glance through the haze of time

Will not rehabilitate the inelegance of his life

No true felicity will come of this psychopathy

The super-ego overcome by the insanity of id

Life lived on the rim of a chasm of delirium

Lived on tip toes through hot coals of anger

Sad the hysteria of existence on the edge . . . .

 

The constant rearrangement of self debilitating.

 

 

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