I pace, I pace, I pace

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: October 11, 2016

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I pace,  I pace,  I pace  

 

A man who calls himself anything

But a man, is not wise;

My neck is stretched in a dream,

For my body cruises

And my head is stuck to layered paint

-white with the light of the dawn 

Of Life’s kiss upon a decade,

How can my being bleed from the arrowtip,

If trembling fingers do not grasp

For they do not believe- How do I so?

 

I pace,  I pace,  I pace

 

All is bitter,

Tears, dreams, breath, light-

Everything! I water the whirlpool

Which sinks the stolen ship,

For numbers galvanize my heart

And I dream in the warmth of a Sun

While the others sleep- 

Only resting with the moons of Jupiter,

I am dust- but dust is all

So why must I choke?

 

I pace,  I pace,  I pace

 

I am dancing in the strings of

Illusion, stretched by vulgarity

And knotted with questions-  Anger!

With nails bounded and fingers stumped,

I only scratch with breath;

Scurry time, for my step is light

And all is a rush -blurred- 

I have asked too much, faked too much

-Or is it? My reach must be shortened with pain!

I may never face your back - figure or hold? 

 

I pace,  I pace,  I pace...


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