Premeditated meanderings, assuming souls;
Eclipses and metaphors mask fractured bones.
Go bless the menaces constricting in sickness,
Deciphering new playmates as susceptible foes.
All of my cravings are carved in stone.
From doubting our nature to stunting our growth,
Fevers offer explanation from exploding chests.
Watch minutes turn to memories in moments,
Travelling the circle of smoke cycling in our death.
All of my striving is starved of flesh.
The silence of murderers, here, disabling my mind.
Dropped armor, a promise to vaccinate lies;
A guessed suggestion for figuring up these figures
Assumes my assailants are fixing the fight.
All of my being is begging to rise.
The muses have been amused by our musings;
But forgive the unfortunate few who lack foresight.
An errant defense against all of the nonsense,
When uncommon sense seems to be my only birthright
All of my misgivings are given flight.
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