poetic drizzle
splattered upon some distant breast
I find no shelter under shields of indifference
save for the harbor-scouring ghosts
that light my way
too real to touch
reality an excuse
to erect a fence around one's property
our own boundaries
hold us back
to flourish seems misguided
in the wake of startled ease
where walls and windows
wear their grimace
strapped to a dolly
the load is carried
but with the weight of a handicap
he who speaks with soul exuding
gets lost down trails throughly trampled
and sheds his flesh
where he makes his home
a tiny ripple in a pond of flames
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