There was no way out of the front line
Walls all covered by an invisible net
Not a bug could escape without spines
Dry like their legs were in concrete
The man walking by eats his children
The vocation of a surgeon at work
We've undergone the descent
Now to relapse into scoundrels
Dragonfly queen of club foot dream
Phantasmic shrink telling me off to therapy
Even in my dreams I remember I'm clean
Shoelaces untied despite my best attempts
Forgotten scimitar of underdevelopment
Torn kite-strings in shards wept swept away
Less legitimate litigations arrest ligaments
The screams of a forest at night
Relaxed in realignment, adjusted to confinement
Abraxas on hold, devil sows no more gold
Staircase wrapped around the neck
One half of a hand is red, the other blue
Somebody lost the other hand
Tied to a tree by an angry mob
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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
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