I sit here under this light
pushing back the taunt
a blank page's cry
like a mirror
cracks
all different sides of me
stacks
truth against where I bleed
under this light
heat spreads beads
under this light
no shade of trees
under this light
under this light
under this light
the weight
strains my eyes
to pierce the skies
lies, lies, lies
in threes, threes, threes
Beauty different
in each eye
sanguine, petrified
big, small
lustful, loving
trapped by beauty
bonded to mortality
doom gives purpose
to more than surface
but no, no, no!
not to render worthless
cleaner, maker, fixer,
inventor, seller, promoter,
filmer, actor, producer
Life-giver, Life-saver, Life-taker,
Server,sinner,
Four legged morning, Two legged Noon, and Three legged night
as the sun sets on every life.
Every life is worth it
with only one exception:
the one that thinks
that others are beneath them.
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