Alive
I feel
Only when asked
The fear of stillness
Paralyses the arms and legs
But frees the eye to wonder
To seek the light that breaks through
The mold shaping every other little moment still
Looking frantically for that single instance of pure imperfection
A glimpse of wonder beyond the fascist machinations of sanity
You rebel out of vanity, standing tall above all else
Roaring through your teeth, feeling your hairs rising individually
Only to look back and stare at the
Last empty gaze of suicide sinking slowly
in the trenches below, blood thickens
Whispers louder than choked dreams
A well landed joke
Death and rebirth
Breathe slowly
Again
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