afraid to see the words on paper
that it is not me
that it really is him
that unmanageable, and totally
that out of my control
that all given to a god but not saved
that feral and redacted as a
personality type inventive modus operandi
that property of the hive
befallen the curse of tech and knowledge
that weapon to draw and aim
at the reflection of my
foot before i yell to "stop
resisting" and pull the trigger
and i never ask the bigger questions
or where the coffee
is or get uncomfortable
for him or act like i know if i
don't have control i
can't lose it i
am tedious but needed if
only to remind those whom
might forget this is only my way
to have it all unfigured out
written on a hidden page
penned with invisible ink and
patience leaving suggestions as
as "leave a penny to take
one later" concept
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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