My throat choking
with beliefs lowered onto
the ground by telescope
become too much to bear
To break grasp of lineage
a quarrel claimed otherwise
with such vehemence
going to hell by self-defense
Vault remains to swallow
realism and dismiss
what I do know for certain
suggesting tragic strain
to turn a profit that sits
in the chair next to mine
Spencer is this some of your older poetry? I think it enhances your art which I find very intriguing! Great Work!
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