I am myself today.
In my head I found stairs and stares.
Catch me lost in the winding spiral
bad and good
left and right?
Who am I when I am a stranger
to you
I see only the road we all once ran free
in the boundaries of town life.
I showed my face
died...and was reborn.

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I let the doves fly south. The delicate beat of their flight caught wind
The distortion of its echo against my tower walls allowed for confusion
but I was a casualty in the cause
and I reached too soon, which backfired into a dim world of retreat
So in my corner is the now, and now I am frightened
the Utopia just beyond me is something so new
I have been wallowing in this murky span...eating the dirt passed down to me
trying to muster pearls while the pain sleeps inside
And a realization has come
The most unadulterated desire
I want the liberation that the doves know.
I want this train to stop screeching so loudly when I accepted long ago
that the halt would never be
Can it be rusty gears hushed with themselves?
I want the sunshine from yester years...its eagerness to see me.
Glass from burned buildings
calling out to me, brick by brick tumbling into my lap
Blood wounds spit on paper and renewed with my charcoal pencils
bringing life to ashes from their own gray blur.
Fresh and beautiful stupidity without the consequence.
And we are unkempt, here
at the gates of kings failing their queens
and the dust swirling because it is bored of staying settled for too long
And a realization has come
The most adulterated desire
And I want to gaze at you forever from private corners of our world
The universe we weave together as our hands spin
And I want to taste you
like little moons dream to be planets
Your salty skin in the dusk ...