Unshackled Poem by Matt Salvador

We stumbled within ourselves as how I came into myself purely coincidence-
a repetition of a passing truth, or an ambiguous thing in its journey, let music remain in echo- let the  real be a reprise of affection, let this patent be owning up to a conscious enterprise its own weakness do- so let this body sing.

I am metal, I am callous, I am completely aware of your presence- this obscure voice keeps hunting, rendering it false, breakable- this machine taking place over  navigable portions   of  myself when I drip down,  awaiting prediction, concrete sign- we only have what is now aspiring  for  the possible, a glimpse of  a thing  hiding, feelings can't be confessed, now we're approaching  an  anxious story-so
take my hand, haul my body out and let us end this beautifully. (mggsalv)