Pushing aside metal carcasses
   like hoisting myself up
       from underneath

      I couldn’t tell you
           the elusive moment I was
                 born again

         this war paint
         is ferocious
             but my war stance
                  is focused

             could you respect me
                if I warned you
                   interest is dangerous?
                    could you worship me then?

                  I am but a silver sift
                    through which I divide
                      & compartmentalize & decode
                         obscure language

we have the potential to be the best/ of friends

           I hear lies everyday
             that’re ghastly
                what makes you think
                  I can’t hear you, too?


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