Where is the rest
in your world of constant motion
you imagine a slower pace
you imagine a lot these days
"anywhere but here,
any time but now"
has become a mantra
You are shut off
you are disconnected,
dismantled--lock out, tag out
Burned so many times
you are blatant in your distrust
your emotions are knots and tangles
your directions don't make sense
It's amazing you function at all
Once,
the future was wide open
Once,
your capabilities astounded even you
Now,
you bleed like a living voodoo doll
Now,
even the wind makes your sores angry
your harmony is discord,
your radio plays static
The stink of your fetid wounds
has reached your nostrils
A sane man would cleanse
with bleach, with fire
You think you can come clean
with your confessions, with desire
you ought to know
a library of words
won't take your pain away.
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