protected relic

all rejection of the world

left me without any score

whatever I’m trying to achieve

melts with a strange kind of breed

galloping, neighing, and screaming

a whole parade of insults about me

the worst kind

because concealed

from the rest of the world under a thick veil

trapped in a narcissistic net

beware who wants to enter there

without the rightful tools

assigned to work

during the hurricane’s greatest swirl

and no matter what summersaults

I try to do every day

I see that there is nothing to compare

with this constant energy outflow

steeped in malice

all as one man

conspired, conspired

and then forever attired

in these

impossible anti-human skills

***

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