I enter these exits expecting tunnel’s light,
crashing into circular halls instead.
I’ve lost my head in thought’s arena.
Chased by words that miss the meaning;
second glance confirms the seeming.
All the darkness comes a’ beaming in the stead.
Subpoenaed to the stand,
I’ll only float where I can land.
In these cuffs, innocence remains a crime.
Can’t break the code to get a deal.
Won’t sell out heart to stack the wheels.
Could never rollout half a meal to feed this mind.
The chimes are ringing.
Fate comes stinging, listening closely for the
singing of the whispers to all my quiet joys.
Priming hard, I know it’s coming
-disregard for all the loving-
and the haters… they will dance outside my cell.
Laughter stretches hairs on end;
all that push and still no bend.
Gentle frame will crush your game out on the yard.
Go ahead and grip…
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