The Joke Was Free To Be – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Cremate me, for I am free, the derelict observer, the sea that was not me, confined within my box, stuffed within the shoe, perpetual providence of suffering, I am secluded, there is no will, subject me to the end, paste the narrow hand of defeat, I regained my eyes but still could not see, withdrawn, surrender, I gave in, the roots died long before me…

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