Sometimes I'm over and often in
My crying jail 
Like a hand of a corporate body
Encompassing both belonging
To that sadness.
An inflexible realness
Forcing eyes
To speak 
Against that malignant silence 

Upon that lower lip,
Forcing that bloodcurdling 
Inner scream to be 
An outer space song 
When it's pushed through fractured teeth
Into a totally weird reality 
Like a shadow of 
An incomprehensible dream
With inlaid hopes
This reality slipping out
When I awake alone 
To nurture my love
In my painful freedom