sickening
(the absolute certainty that I have none)
as far as I can go
this nagging feeling persists
in time and space. Dimension
not to be resolute
but I notice somehow
I can't shake the feeling
I wasn't meant for this place
- all place and for all -
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experiences abound
pushing you further
to shape you into your least favorite taste
I can't shake it anyhow
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the knowing that
for now
this is as good as it gets
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am I deserving? Complaining?
when tears have run out
and the eyes keep dry
- just stare at the abstract vision of what you might want -
shall it not be a symptom
of a ill-placed communion
of time and place?
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