I seek validation
In the anonymous
In the cursory embrace
Of a society
Who by its very design
Parries distinction
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What right have I
To speak of instinct
When I force
My prophetic bones
Into the sleeves
Of a disingenuous mold?
*
What right have I
To speak when my words,
Masticated
In a communal maw,
Lack the integrity
To illicit change?
1
Man as a construct of ego
Invites the very trespasses
He labors to circumvent
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Man as animal seeks
Reciprocity over conquest
Affinity over distinction
2
Flaw is essential to
The expression of beauty
I tape quills to the underside of each forearm
In order to simulate flight
–
My heart serves as both inkwell and millstone
Depending on the proximity of my muse
–
There is no catharsis in withdraw
Only the dissemination of sorrow
Through undignified outlets, namely
Crying when one is fearful of sleep
–
When in company my muse surreptitiously plucks
The numerals from every clock within visual range
That I might remain indefinite in confinement
–
She is the residue of every lunar passage
Since the dawn of my existence
She translates my failings into wisdom
There is no drug more permissive than poetry
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