Reflections for a Fly-by-Night

Next time i look in that mirror
The past should float off

Wings cracked through my back
All debts wrote off

I want to embrace the “I”
While the arms wrap around “me”

Direct objection to
A mind’s municipal court fee

No more syntax for broken reason
Hiding feelings

Depression turned to self-abstraction
A par for the course of healing

Though
Stripped my politics by screwing them too tight

I found an insecure fixture obscuring
Sense of right

(reflections for a fly-by-night)

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Oh to breathe slow as to open
These hinges gaslit, washed, frozen

But breaking clichés will not earn you tokens
You must learn that

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Next time i look in that mirror
The past should float off

But i’m a coward and maybe
I should fuck off

To think a history can be
Disembodied

That’s playing a self
Pre-shuffled card hobby

You see, i was indebted
To a mind’s manufacture

And i’m a great factory worker
Child of two actors

On the assembly line
My scrambled parts

Compartmentalized actions
Toward others’ hearts

(cope by hiding it in art)

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My inner comment section
Fed by these headlines

They vocalize as my other selves
Line up for indicted crimes

Heights in all

Reflections for a fly-by-night

And i feel small