Histories - Flimsy Limb

We’re feeling mighty swole to have not yet lost control…
Or the illusion of - Pre-emptive purchasing security with borrowed blood
Indoctrinated youth we bore to re-produce
That they could be enough to embrace living lush by the grace of a hookshot
through the eye of a needle
Bend to me and my piece of mind; there’s not a stainless way to die
Oh nike, Oh no! My seeing-eye confers the inkling of keeping in the right
Another empty net to cast your cares aside-
Checking the foul on ice, but ever-willing to excuse the swine
Wedging deeper the plank, that you could never pluck out either eye
Were you deterred by the shame or did your will intensify?
I’ve got stake in this, too!
You may dismiss my concern, but I assure you
The people and places where I can feel safe are as necessary as you and yours…
Don’t deny me that
I still value the small routines and the circular habits
- That they could sort me out when I’m wishing I was dead
Bend to me and my peace of mind; we need a stainless way to die
Oh nike, oh no! My seeing-eye confers the inkling of keeping in the right
Learned the ropes before I was tried, but now I’m desperate for a line
Oh nigh key, oh no! My seeing-eye! Has now my conscience come alive?
If I can’t within good faith bypass hypotheticals to exonerate
When I’m lost in my most hopeless state…
In the chance I am tempted to consult omniscient “I,”
Would you scorn the attempt?
Say “no requirement” except to bow our heads to a proper noun
Or else not at all

Written by:
Aaron Klimmek

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