Sep 13 2006
Why do I hit myself as hard as I can?
Fleshy digits
soar towards my visage,
catapulting celestial objects
into orbit around my head space.
Chances, oh,
continually find my heart,
opportunities for redemption
that I seem to flee so constantly.
Shadow-fearing,
future-dreading, & past-haunting
my present seems so shrouded
by the heavy curtains I’ve brought ’round.
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