You want to know
the justification
that is each blurred vision
of my twenty two
with the teeth of incarnation
carved out in each
hollow square
fashioned to the rope of travel
shoot
pre amazement
all over the battle scars
I'd rather display them
than show you
what i've won
dissect my past
without pleasure of the futuristic revelation
i died on a train in 2033
match me
boy
count to twenty five
breath heavy into each tide
corner stones that roughly amuse
the realigned bones
before they break
stretch out the voice before you're thirty five
restless not high
just double take it all
as you go
fourth and conquer it all
Dream of the needle slipping in
but douse my realism
for the money is gone
yet it's meaningful fruit of luck
has not smiled upon me
in the form of gold
silver in the hair
small shards
before it all goes white...
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