to the restless
head
that seems to
magnify
thirty times
tongue
never stops the assumption
of how it feels to
fight for your rights
in the ocean
scream your imagination at the skyline
watch it wipe both lips
surfaced before the sun
native
you can hold my scars
before you see my medals
worthless
to compare that which
sits on the surface of my skin
the reminder
remainder of a loss vs a win
you can taste it
for 100 years
thus he smiles
on the shoulders of giants
each sliver of imagination
the way i left him
in a world of
hidden agendas
cross it before you rule me
in your entitled reign

out the door
in through the eyes