Paper Tigers

“we” pull hard to push forward,

Ere our ways.

You are here;

not where you want to be.

Grand Illusion.

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These cavernous chasms;

Separate all… divide us.

Wax and wane “we”;

work from the same script.

180.

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“we” are the impotence for,

Stelliferous red flags.

Put at odds with;

our super-ego.

Proviso.

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On the periphery,

Rising like paper tigers;

An odd Formation.

“we” knock ourselves down,

Subtle Roar.

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Prosecute an intangible War;

Dearth of a deathly hue.

Knock down a disease,

“we” recollect and reconstitute.

Panacea.

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Memento Mori;

I must not feign,

All I embody and gallican.

Be rudiments of.

Sacrosanct.