Lift the bricks
Things must be set right
Incompatible orthos
And they bite
Bite and bite
Their duty
Their hardest
Their darnedest
Paid no heed
i complete the resetting
The pain we each feel would scour millions of them
They cannot grasp the true pain
of making oneself the monster

Not the love I thought I’d found,
Cycle-trapped, round and round,
Ego revolts against the carbon-
copies scrape my tongue to sharpen
caustic thoughts to burn away my feels
...
I wish to forget this cage again.

Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I hate that you are far.
Like a diamond in the sky,
What regret, I could not fly.
So I sold my soul for wings,
And greet whatever darkness brings...

Old dreams put away,
thought never to be brought again.
New dreams buoyed up,
with tomorrow's hopes.

New dreams dashed on stone,
on wood or tile or whatelse might.
old dreams brought from dusty cupboards,
drear'd by neglects of time.

Unhooks the crook suspending you.
Strings released to throb no more.
Scars, a ruse to twin with the scarrer;
Unwilling to question why they wish to

turn from the chasm, and fill it with refuse.
Shedding off skins for a cushy velour,
surrounding each other with fitful manner
tizzied so terribly at heaping up dues.