Boneyard

I'm way beyond

 the insanity
 of my madness

                that sometimes
                
                         my nights
                     last for days

I stand
in a boneyard

lit by the glare
of past despair

                 v e i l e d

                          in mist and haze
                and neverending days

                                         v i s i o n s
 
                 illuminate my brain
                 torrents flood my veins

my heart
staccatos its rhythm

               I ' m    a w a r e  .  !
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    .             darkness has never
                         been so clear

a tear trickles
to taste the dust
           at my feet

                my toes are dirty
                
                there's muck
                under its nails

                my heels are cracked

                                         rooted
                                to the earth

I   s e e   b e a u t y   i n   t h i s

                bonded
                grounded
                in the dirt  .  !

morphed futures
yet untold

                a n a g r a m s

                of my journey
                conjures new meaning

                                 I've  travelled
                                     so far west
          
                          I'm east
                         of where I started
 

                u n d a u n t e d

                by what I've seen

u n s c a t h e d

by its whisperings
and many temptations

                I can die right now
                just to live again
 

 t o   r e m a i n   u n k n o w n

                         even to myself
                    

to tell my truth
without fear
or favour

                    we're all caught

                                   in this
                            unabating

             C l u s t e r    F u c k
            

                    dragging anchors
                    in so deep
                          

                    drawing breath
            

                   i n    t h e    m u d
            
            
                                          o f
                     

                                        B o n e y a r d s
              

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