To help with your past
I still claim the last
bit of sanity shot from your rainbow.
Now it’s never too late
to confirm or conflate
my forwarding thoughts that I lay. Though…
…throughout my insanity
how can you handle
the mind numbing juxtaposition?
You ruin the alchemy.
Words that were spoke to me
finally sort out permission…
…to manage my destiny.
Here, right in front of me
layed out like sand blinded soldiers.
A rage vented grievously
to sit in between us
we wait far too long to get older.

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