Lonely escapades set me in directions of novel
authorities at break-neck speeds, along with
emotional feelings tying me in knots of utter
forbearance.
Settling in, burrs of steel, rake across my
eyes, spilling contents of my heart onto
slabs of concrete.
Scattered to winds of illegal suppositions,
music sets my mind upon steps of deliverance.
Unequal ideas fall sideways, taking with them
stagnant wordy unmeanings, falling on their
faces without care or reasoning.
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