I want to prove
ready to take
chances without auras and glorious sunside
views into the depths of everything
wrong about the world im sure
exists within the heart valve
shut into an oyster
pearl upon a grain of rice
caught inside a moment
bereft of useful
ornament to cover the scar
face without a fight
left to flail in the dark
vaccuum of hope
split with an axe
timed wrong to perfect
change into a truth over
time I lost I wasted away
waiting for a way to prove
time wrong


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