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too much with me (comment if you will)

Posted to Action Poetry

this world is too much with me
nothing evolves completely
i've been gone too long
recognition is fuzzy
crowded and confused
the reflection of my muse
lends clarity to chaos
gives something to this vessel
already filled with innocence
the sugary syrup is strong and thick
pulling everything to the center
of this throbbing denial
perception is blocked by
incessant comands
insane demands
time moving on and on
toward some distant but clinging
something real
and yet seperate from my skin
it rises
barely touching the surface
yet letting its presence be known
to my heart and to my soul
its melting face and pulsing name
i'll probably never know