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Phantom Fierce Pierce For Sally Do have the courage of fear? What! You heard me. Admit that we are all inhabited, Admit that we are all inhibited. Fear, the eleventh plague visited upon the Egyptians, Nothing more paralyzingly complete. Walking down an average day, an average street, A median day, a medium day that a Black disease from whence unknown, And you are a froze shadowed chalk figure Drawn upon the concrete, unable to move. What would you pay, anything, What would you give, everything, Cleanse it all Cut out the incisions That with precision Haunt your every Waking and sleeping moment. The deeds that did not get done, The deeds that cannot get undone, Both your undoing. A plague on both, a plague on me, My plague, unique to me, Free me from this whatever the cost. But it can't be arranged. No devil to sell back the things Of which you are ashamed, No stain stick extant to guarantee success. When the hollow is so great You feel non-existent. But you do not see what I see... Courage, raw and plain, admits These phantoms are not phantoms at all. Those figures try to break you. There is a beach, a path, where you know, Safety. Not easy to get there. The bus schedule unpublished. But the bus line exists. And you have the courage to wait, patiently Until it arrives. There is value here, if you read between the dashes And the dots. I see you for who you are. You are the phantom fiercer piercer. Shown us the way.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Phantom Fierce Pierce
Phantom Fierce Pierce For Sally Do have the courage of fear? What! You heard me. Admit that we are all inhabited, Admit that we are all inhibited. Fear, the eleventh plague visited upon the Egyptians, Nothing more paralyzingly complete. Walking down an average day, an average street, A median day, a medium day that a Black disease from whence unknown, And you are a froze shadowed chalk figure Drawn upon the concrete, unable to move. What would you pay, anything, What would you give, everything, Cleanse it all Cut out the incisions That with precision Haunt your every Waking and sleeping moment. The deeds that did not get done, The deeds that cannot get undone, Both your undoing. A plague on both, a plague on me, My plague, unique to me, Free me from this whatever the cost. But it can't be arranged. No devil to sell back the things Of which you are ashamed, No stain stick extant to guarantee success. When the hollow is so great You feel non-existent. But you do not see what I see... Courage, raw and plain, admits These phantoms are not phantoms at all. Those figures try to break you. There is a beach, a path, where you know, Safety. Not easy to get there. The bus schedule unpublished. But the bus line exists. And you have the courage to wait, patiently Until it arrives. There is value here, if you read between the dashes And the dots. I see you for who you are. You are the phantom fiercer piercer. Shown us the way.
Please read Phantom Fears by Sally A Bayan.
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
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