Am I lost at sea or safely on the shore?
Visceral, out of body, no way to know for sure
Sending out blank postcards:
“Wish you were here”
“Greetings from god knows where”
Cut it open, cut it open, to the bone
Never broken, only swollen, limbs I call my own
I am not broken, I am golden, I am gold
I am not chosen, I am broken, I am growing old
Couldn’t hold all my faults and flaws in my palms
Couldn’t help myself from waking up on front lawns
Wouldn’t stumble, only crawl
Too damn stubborn, worst of all
I am an iteration of an iteration
Deeply filtered process, excess growth and needless complication
Call me crazy, I am crazy
I’ll admit it, reconcile me
Recognize that I’m outside me, terrified to verify it
Never quiet, always frantic
It’s like I gravitate towards panic
But I am sober I am manic
It’s nothing I can’t handle
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