Where does one lose sight of being rationally flawed
One step from human truth to stand in a perfect fog
Perplexing my mind to injury a sloppy slap to reality
Quickening anger of emotion in lieu of
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Loved the poem, I am not an elegant writer, I write flesh bones and am always raw, perhaps hedious, but I have a request try to shorten your poems, and I loved the last two lines, it pained me a lot, your poem transmitted shocks, living poem.