I am the chaos on the steady rock.
Floating: compared to flying.

Machines of my body.
Spewing smoke into the sky.
I do not know what I produce.
Endorphin underlings say I must pollute.

One inch off of perfect.
One percent of what I am.
One purpose of suffering placing
myself above the common man.

Nothing is absolved in facts.
I cannot speak to you in fact.
I wish not to speak to people in sacks.
I cannot slink to my neighbors in mask.

Thunder erupts in the sky.
Sparrow at my feet.
Fears the chaos.
Fears his home.

I am one hundred percent my friend.
I am one hundredth percent my keeper.
Only through broken words am I the weaker.

Yet the stronger,
no one learns.
Patterns of scars across burns.
Machines follow their path.

No one can hear the silent man.
Thank you.
They all sound the same.
Thank you.
Do your part.
Thank you.

So fucking chaos upon the rocks.
I was floating...for now.
I'll ignore the rocks below.
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Chaos becomes me.
For no reason than my blood.
Cannot replace that.
Always stays inside.

I am not my creator.
Yes I am. Yes I am.
So true of fact upon a broken mirror.

I am not a glass shard in the nose.
But I don't know.
I don't know.

Did good for myself?
Look at me now.  
I'm your only ticket
and I'm sorry now.
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Places I have created in this space are broken
circuits flowing underneath.
There is no program to control them.
I will not restart.

Why do I always have to be the strong one?
My iron is breaking down.
Why do I always have to be the honest?
My ideals are breaking down.
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Lust.  
Only of a better hour.  
Never of a better now.  
Of only I know how.  

But I am the only strength.
When you can't lean against someone,
you must fall.

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