as martyr to an abstract cause i wasn't understood by those
who live under secular law.
assigned to an abstract beat
i couldn't hold on
to a particular thought.
vernacular parched, i grasp in the dark.
i punch my own ticket towards defeat
ta see how it feels.
there's that con-cept. it's a slippery eel, it looks for a meal..
i was never electric.
just eclectic.
i can't-even sort collections.
my mind is a vestige. &if it attempts to fully formulate
-i put up fencing.
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