Alexander Pearson


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My Life In Reverse

Dead since thirteen years
Walking and breathing,
Constantly falling and fearing the inevitable direction.
Unable to resist the lack of alternate decision.
Years now, sections of existence,
Separated by indifference.
Hating the history, running from logic.
Suddenly sunny, warm in my belly.
Fear goes exponential, life out of control
My bubble of appearance, drifts into existence.
Now in-ignorable, scary and visible.
Beautiful.
Livable?

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