Always Another
by dan ankers
Help me. Release me. Someone...
from the iron grips of time's many tiny hands
all working in unison to dissolve the oneness of my mind
Pulling it into pieces
what once was inexpressively broad
and immeasurably wide
Take from me the conscious ego halls
where once I called a meeting of them all
and all came
And now, without desiring a name,
I rise
wishing to be greater than I think I am
For thought is not the truest measure of a man
tis only an expression of myself
in that hall
with them all, with all of their words
...fucking turds
And so in anger
I storm out
Leaving all of them to think
What was that all about?
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