The Melody of a Life Unexpressed
Bring to life the faded sacrifice to
stretch against the steel, watch my own films,
listen to my own music for a split second.
Waking, pressing my ears closed, listening to
my breathing as the world sleeps, a room
full of the fear of success, fear of money.
Every song, my voice, the melody of
a life unexpressed, steamy breath, mint and
science, the oppression of death, feeling paranoid.
Goddamn women. Smiles, eyes, teeth,
nipples, laughter, attention, comfort, annoyance
and a possible reason for insecurity, catching them.
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