i have none of the right mindfulness
i have lazarus in my mind waiting the be resurrected
i have a hawk on a chai tea cup with a candle stub
i have plasticated flummoxes with buttons that twirl clockwise
i have arrived finally
here i am no artifice
i confess please help me
when i sit i become more angry
the architect of my own hell
i'll never give up breathing
watching my breath
the only thing i seem to do
that works
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