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To myself I find knowing:
In mystifying ugliness of coveted black truth
Laid bare at last to brittle white bone.
I burn jaded family photos of unwanted similarities
In antagonistic atonement for those of us
Who came after...with no choices.
To myself I find excuses:
An infant of compressed molecular genes
Squeezed out of the birth mother's virginal mouth in her only hour of guiltless shame.
I have no secure handle on this galloping chromosomal monster...
My life but a penance
Teasing the deaf ears of the confessional.
To myself I find asking:
A bitter barrage of choleric uncertainties
Tinged in self-recriminations
Seeking what needs are vacant and abstract in familiar exile.
And yet, I remember the impatient glow of incurious eyes
Simmering in accusatory flames.
To myself I find hunger:
A lone wolf prowling the arctic landscape of shattered kingdoms...
Guardian of the strangled carcass of dead emotions
Reduced to this savage carnivore which reeks of dried gore.
Survival burns like fossil fuel in my cold blooded veins
Keeping me sane in a world of insane instincts.
In mystifying ugliness of coveted black truth
Laid bare at last to brittle white bone.
I burn jaded family photos of unwanted similarities
In antagonistic atonement for those of us
Who came after...with no choices.
To myself I find excuses:
An infant of compressed molecular genes
Squeezed out of the birth mother's virginal mouth in her only hour of guiltless shame.
I have no secure handle on this galloping chromosomal monster...
My life but a penance
Teasing the deaf ears of the confessional.
To myself I find asking:
A bitter barrage of choleric uncertainties
Tinged in self-recriminations
Seeking what needs are vacant and abstract in familiar exile.
And yet, I remember the impatient glow of incurious eyes
Simmering in accusatory flames.
To myself I find hunger:
A lone wolf prowling the arctic landscape of shattered kingdoms...
Guardian of the strangled carcass of dead emotions
Reduced to this savage carnivore which reeks of dried gore.
Survival burns like fossil fuel in my cold blooded veins
Keeping me sane in a world of insane instincts.
Turning the gene funk inside out to get a better look at what's hidden beneath the polish and shine of a mirror cracked...it's not always our fault when we grow up a bit damaged...mentally or physically...heredity can be SUCH a bitch...
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