Witness: My Own Self Protection Program

Some days witnessing
My imagery in a mirror
Feels terrible.

Cracked mold
Crumbly collisions of
Contradiction
Meaningless supposition.

Hag bound, bent over
A tangled mess.
Gagged, bindfolded from
Gifts, good luck
Accomplishments.

Neurons lying limp
Have nowhere good to traverse.

Primed to push that button
To explode ugliness
An eternity that never begins
Excessive black holes
Always repeating.

One day my writing will cease
To focus on lines criss crossing
Ghost oceans,
Unlived epileptic episodes

And will reflect other moments.
Children, sunlit Joys
Savored
Magnified.

Blanket wrapped security
Of knowing strength in numbers.
My fulfillment floweth over.

Surely, some day.

Witness

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