Satired attempt of release. I give in. I fall. . .
Still uncertain of radical advances in spirit: society’s breached birth of the familiar
Bound and gagged, clung electrical beauty transpired in beads of the dis-pristine
I unravel. I create. Torn from all known peace in chaotic slumber; I am preserved.
Raped. My sonata spent like the lost cries enveloped in simplicity.
And it cries.
It cries for what it doesn’t know or understand
A seizured wall of insecurity left blind to the rest,
and sometimes infurity.
***** Held. It smiles for now,
Wondering what comes next.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
Satired attempt of release. I give in. I fall. . .
Still uncertain of radical advances in spirit: society’s breached birth of the familiar
Bound and gagged, clung electrical beauty transpired in beads of the dis-pristine
I unravel. I create. Torn from all known peace in chaotic slumber; I am preserved.
Raped. My sonata spent like the lost cries enveloped in simplicity.
And it cries.
It cries for what it doesn’t know or understand
A seizured wall of insecurity left blind to the rest,
and sometimes infurity.
***** Held. It smiles for now,
Wondering what comes next.
Written in 2007
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