so many men have written
so many words       so the same
and so many women
        have comprehended these things in self-mutilation
permanent affection
and have not written them
                                                                        universal reactions --
                                                                              forever emotions

nevertheless...
the word is unimportant
the THING is
biting grinding teeth snapping grease snarling in manholes
significant hideous ogre       of soot
red eyes -- red complex
           only you can see the evil of it
                        once it owns you

consumer of sympathy     productivity
personality
grey monstrous                          invisible / insatiable
the act is                                                                        erosion
                  usurps your features
     clouds your pupils
          shadows your brow

the symptom is
              crying alone at my own conviction
I think my condition is puzzling sorrow
                                                                 have you ever felt your
white heart brake?                                look at me.

temporary                                                                     endless
the key is
                unattainable imperfection
     to be or to have
the righteous imperfection
                                               accentuality into actuality
                                                                         turn to God

... O, but they feel too imperfect to go about it                            and
I cannot get it out
                       what is the status quo    for these things these days?
                                                    ah, it doesn't matter.      this is me.

watch your skin
it's behind you now
                      sewage and suffering
hot breath
       crumbling your intuitions
              dull waterlog
                                             sad state
                 all is WAIT in a stale eggshell parlor

I'll face it!!!

the word is frustration.
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