My mind entangles
The train derails
Legs bound
Hands in shambles
Where art be my bow?
Whence halt my frown?
How cometh my growl?
What stops my down?
I know yet I do not.
I perceive yet am deceived
I see yet cannot be.
I plan yet am damned.
Woe is my foe
To knead the dough
Is my role
Heart and mind but a hole
The actor cannot take the stage.
The limelight he permits himself not.
He looks to the heavens for the Sage.
he's hot.
But the world he forgot
And sadness takes his soul
Heat burns his soles
He cannot move
without the scorch
The scab he keeps can never heal
Seizures prevent his hand to the torch.
A burden he fears a botch.
My time will come
3 and then some.
Unquantifiable vestural
Vesticulated Unfounded
Vessel at siege
History's vestige
Vacillation's history
Beyond vigesimal the trails blows
Vicissitudes upon Gaia will i go
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