Deathwhite

Free enough to see what’s going on in there – a man has naught if not
himself, not an island – just the son of a gun – i’m sure you knew i ate it
up to spit it out – in blinded mute ground, gasping for words – buried – yes
you saw the lust for vengeance – i’ve had my fill, the share of losing –
i’ve had my fill, the share of losing – the years in these worlds, more than
i could feel – anywhere – to get it crystallized at last – i’ve had my fill,
the share of losing – i’ve had my fill, the share of losing – and when they
all speak at the same time they make me wonder what on earth in hell it was
– and was it wise to seek release in and through ex stasis – did i face it
all, standing – with the ‘love, laugh, cry’ – to say the things i truly feel
– i’ve had my fill, the share of losing