released

was so fucking sick
thought i was dying
cause i am

asking for a pardon
just let the clock
tick
a little longer

found
what was missing

_  _  _

the death release to
somebody
you probably know

heard the fatal news
said something about
not coming here
surrendered
not really
just did not want
to wander
without and
how
that is nonsense
spoken
in thought and
in person

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how
to release
yourself
from yourself
thru rhythm
or performance
backstage
concentration
hitting the mark
and the light finds you
empty

refusing to go there

would rather be thoughtfully
rich
as in a bird with
a sensitive beak
craving

never thought about being
captured or ruptured
or anything except maybe
landing after all
perfecting the difficult
the impossible
please do not let me leave
we can pray
often
seldom
invisible
because i see
tortured parts and
by people you
know

please come here and
stay
save a front row seat
put them on the guest list

please come here and
stay
type a song write about
happiness forgiveness
found what was missing
waited forever
found what was missing
making me wonder
making me missing
frontal lobe silence
anticipated distortion
so fucking sick
thought i was dying
cause i was
loving you
anyway