I am stung by the experience of touching
the core of human existence
mainly, if not entirely, mine
if for no other reason, at least
before judging my environs I can see
explosions within myself
tearing me apart with contradictions
questions about perfection
if such a thing ever existed
attempting and deciding
that there was no such thing
abominations, self-abnegations
tortured, tired
wanting to go
wanting all to end
at least, me
I do not know if I can make the rest
my enterprise
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