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Fences




Fences


I note the absence/
In smoky pastures/
Throwing daggers/
At me while clothed in ashes/
From when I burned/
The sly words/
You were throwing at me/
When I was exposed and happy/
With fingers flowing, snapping/
Eyes turned/
Skyward/
Because Id learned/
That when life hurts/
Just joke and crack these/
Lonely saplings/
Of hope distracting/
Me from the total sadness/
I felt, broke and gasping/
For air while floating, grabbing/
For anything/
That was set to be/
The better things/
That I'd grown attached to/
Wind blows, attacks you/
Morose and stranded/
But there's a glimmer searching/
In winter's curving/
Blizzards certain/
To listen perfect/
To the inner workings/
Of your hidden burning/
If this was worthy/
Of your bigger serving/
Sizes of focus/
Then your eyes wouldve noticed/
That your time isn't chosen/
To be wasted with the little serpents/
Or simple vermin/
The distance furthers/
Between the fists in lurking/
Bodies and the mirrors twirling/
But the blisters bursting/
On your aching feet/
Explain to me/
How to take the beat-/
Ings and stay unique/
Because this sickened purpose/
Is what your christened world is/
So be resilient/
I'm feeling this/
Eerie mix/
Of the dearly missed/
Innocence/
And filtered whims/
Of a wimpy kid/
Peering in/
And revealing this/
Steely clipped/
Killing wish/
And stealing it/
Away to keep a silly kid/
From being drilled to shit/
But I'm still equipped/
With the realest glimpse/
Of the reality/
We have to be/
In with savagery/
And letting it candidly/
Be spilling in/
To these powerfully/
Potent synonyms/
I use to coat my lyrics with/
Billions/
Of unanswered/
Crumbs tower/
Over me, messages flung, scattered/
To the wind and I'm dumbfounded/
Come grab this/
One last kiss/
My tongue's ragged/
From being shoved down in/
My throat to silence the/
Miles of/
Thuds rasping/
Against my numb palate/
Because I couldn't sob when some tragic/
Moment like an unrequited touch blackened/
The Sun's magni-/
Ficent warmth/
That would course/
Over me like a swung magnet/
I'm done grabbing/
For fences/
Unless this/
Unquestioned/
Dunce hat is/
Finally struck out with/
A tough magnet/
For love stagnant/
And trust banned when/
A weak greeting/
Leaves me weeping/
And these streaking/
Stars across the night's brushed blackness/
Is a rough bandage/

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