[ . . . . . ]

existing within my own self-made
[vacuum]
i write words exhumed from my own
[dictionary]
a lexicon of schisms rent by split
[personalities]
borderline insecurities mellowed by melancholy
[disorders]
of the highest orders that take no prisoners excepting
my own [self-doubts . . .]

my narrative is a river that flows from past to present
that somehow drifts me towards my future
through rapids and over falls
i know not where that river runs
or to what future it takes me
only time will tell if i make it there in one piece

[ . . . . . ]

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