I am the lost loser in this tangle
of lunatic endeavor
I tread a milky way of mind lost
amid spinning planets,
lashing language spilling sinister
soliloquies–as toxic rain
falling ferocious from the
spacecraft in which you hover
cutting incessant circles-as day finally falls surrender to night
cutting incessant circles-as day finally falls surrender to night
you send
even my angels to scurry I watch them rise in a
flurry of anguish – I sob as I hear them weep with their gentle
bewildered frustration – confused, at their inability to say or
do anything to loosen the tortured tangle by which I am
forever bound, hostage to your hurt, to your rage, to your
vilification,all in the contorted, distorted, name of care
flurry of anguish – I sob as I hear them weep with their gentle
bewildered frustration – confused, at their inability to say or
do anything to loosen the tortured tangle by which I am
forever bound, hostage to your hurt, to your rage, to your
vilification,all in the contorted, distorted, name of care
Yet, I shall continue, forever, to
seek sense
even as I know that I am the lost
loser
in this tangle of lunatic endeavor
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