so you wait for tides to sweep you away
but they could never
you are iron—a part of the collective
there's no such thing as belongingness
everything is mathematical
projecting onto reality
that's all in the mind
an assignment
freedom is a concept
cultivation of hope
of extreme disappointment
as they all gravitate to you
but they can only do so much
give you all the evil
of both worlds: matter and forms
just all the evil
nothing beats your skull
closing your eyes shut
and your windows uneven
perhaps the armor
is for the sworn enemies
inadequate to **** the protagonist
for the armor is the skull
and the only way to victor over the skull
is to shatter it to pieces
but the ribs will quiver—the second hand
always afraid to play the part
always
always
and that would be the end of it
like another romeo and juliet
only unrequited
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