Half passed nigh,
Anxiety riddled.
Wise of the skies to lie.
Take this for that and that for this.
Thronged with self-righteousness.
Pocket a treasure. Give it a kiss;
Creatures ten times your size
Heed a warning, burn a fence.
Learn to dance with half the steps.
Hear something interesting?
I’m still waiting for something real.
Be it pain, be it rage,
Blemish my shinny cage.
Just a patch of rust gives way to lust,
And then and then.
A bitter condition indeed.
Shackling and skulking about.
Pity. Breaking. Screaming.
Covet the fires of Sodom and Gomorra.
Find refuge in refuse.
Bend your knee.
Fore the sky once kind to lie now burns.
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