Facing the Page
I face the page again
A dire consequence of my obsession
To see something reflected in these lines
That resonates with a reader
I face the page again to connect with myself
Along with others who may vaguely understand
The troubled musings of a liquidated author
Who eats allegories for breakfast
And shits run on sentences in the form of poetry
And cruelly mocks the rules of English grammar
In favor of a discordant melody
Which winds out of time
To its own drumbeat
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