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"What about mirages?"

Monday, December 17, 2012

What It Is To Be Human.

In my weakest hour
I am human.
I take
what I want
I burn
what I need
I deconstruct
my own body
because I can
because I am human
because I have
an exceptionally
dark heart.
And in my weakest hour
I am not burdened
by my heart
or the marks
it leaves
in my wake.
I am served well
by the snarling chains
of my own
existentiality.
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4 comments:

  1. MaryDecember 17, 2012 at 5:55 AM

    Intensely thought - provoking. And rather dark.

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  2. Brother OllieDecember 17, 2012 at 11:27 AM

    you are a great poet because you write the truth

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  3. AnonymousDecember 18, 2012 at 12:04 PM

    snarling chains - fits so well with the taut and chain-like form you've used. Excellent piece.

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  4. Human ParadoxJanuary 13, 2013 at 12:18 PM

    Excellent JB. I read it awhile back, I let it marinate, then I read it again. There's a beauty to the darkness. There's something exquisitely real about it.

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