Next time i look in that mirror
The past should float off
Wings cracked through my back
All debts wrote off
I want to embrace the “I”
While the arms wrap around “me”
Direct objection to
A mind's municipal court fee
No more syntax for broken reason
Hiding feelings
Depression turned to self-abstraction
A par for the course of healing
Though
Stripped my politics by screwing them too tight
I found an insecure fixture obscuring
Sense of right
(reflections for a fly-by-night)
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Oh to breathe slow as to open
These hinges gaslit, washed, frozen
But breaking clichés will not earn you tokens
You must learn that
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Next time i look in that mirror
The past should float off
But i'm a coward and maybe
I should f** off
To think a history can be
Disembodied
That's playing a self
Pre-shuffled card hobby
You see, i was indebted
To a mind's manufacture
And i'm a great factory worker
Child of two actors
On the a**embly line
My scrambled parts
Compartmentalized actions
Toward others' hearts
(cope by hiding it in art)
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My inner comment section
Fed by these headlines
They vocalize as my other selves
Line up for indicted crimes
Heights in all
Reflections for a fly-by-night
And i feel small