• I wish I was born as someone else.
    Like a new candle to hold the flame,
    this time unscarred by that wax,
    off boiling paradigms

    I'd like to think my bones,
    aren't without fervant decline
    I mean the lightness
    Starts availing wretched curse
    a sea-blind madman hunting feathers
    I say they navigate the waya million cuckoo clocks fling themselves like my hands
    simultaniously missing
    with snarling facial bug eyes, aiming dark spawns
    their teeth-sons-daughters, I cannot find the one
    For I know
    as sharp as the pin that tied me together
    in rags posturing levity and common duplicity for
    click-clack the door is shut, open the world,
    Close me shut to their ways.

    I want to be free
    of consumation slavery
    begrudingly trust and stick to impurities
    scathe clutchingly like a dark grease's dry embrace
    thickly in salt waters.

    I could be out this cave,
    the meadows yonder gust,
    Dreams are the crimson fair haired purposeless
    sight practices screaming patrons of medusa's multiple eyes
    And it was not for Zeus did Hercules fell
    And a myth hides to this day,
    a half-blooded God housed beneath coral reefs
    Hades free omition naught a dinky light only rearing it's twilight chiseled pins,
    compact ancient anchor
    staring up hoping for the stars.