See

no one will ever see you

eyes on the equator, at the center

whipped by the taskmasters

always return-back to sender

crave a little more intimacy

and teenage catastrophes

make my around these circuit boards

get stuck in a digital bored

grown ups playing musical chairs with lovers

using all their sisters and brothers

drowning in white picketed trenches

suburban plight, reach for the kite

power of the privilege

ironic indifference

blended into comatose

unchain my monotony

enflesh my cracking skeleton

absolve me, bury me

scales falling from my eyes

i was blind

but now I’m sublime

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