lone grunt and lone pawn

wait now, wait

you are a far off firefly of sorts

mixed bag of illusion and contradiction

one day i will miss, with a confounded heart and spinning head

wandering through mundane multitudes of faces and thoughts absurd, boundless

bound at my ankle with razor wire,

the nazis in my head oppress any kind of contact. . . .

this state in which i reside

pummelled, fixated, endearing, engendered,

obsessed, caressed, rejected,. repeating myself

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