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I Want to Live

I want to live beyond the calls of acquired clinking currency
above the fog of worry in the calm of unsolicited clemency
away from tasting feelings that compel me in urgency
to conform to shadows’ casts construed in  belligerent secrecy.
 
I want to live unbarred from iron’s scarlet rust
from clinking keys that lock the cells of failing, rotted trust
away from bowling pains unforgiving distrust
of recurring pathways to nerves that always maladjust.
 
I want to live to smell the ocean’s billowing fold
of air brushed wings of gulls against my eyes’ blindfold
that seep with salt of splashing truth shamefully told
that away from sadness I run blindfolded I still behold.
 
I want to live by opening dawn’s shutters from ocean’s deep
dive into streaming tears salient with crystals steep
cliffs of deposited breaths exhaled without the weep
of quivering lips in daydream’s walking sleep.
 
I want to live without the scars of ravaging cries in my sockets
that in crimson plunder bulge heavily the eyes like stuffed pockets
that in dark circles with hollow gasp sentence me on the dockets
of hegemonic sodomy of courts’s rolling sprockets.
 
I want to live in unparenthetical equation
of chances that cancel integers’ negative invasion
of my efforts although ribboned in boxes proclaiming parodic evasion
as a given variable regardless of my milieu’s occasion.
 
I want to live unabridged from any cast of tarot fates
that reap the lucks of my blinded eyes with epithets’ berates
of scornful laughter and gnashing teeth in subjugated voice that sedates
me from inhaling hope that lifts and expansively reflates.
 
I want to live unparasitically from any mythic god
who unscripted by man’s bias would watch me walk on esplanäde
of crashing waves of journeys brought from battles unwon in roughshod
but in blending tide of spinning poles around reviving rod.
 
I want to live in smiles of dance of drizzle’s caping rain
that wets the hair with dripping slurps toward grounding domain
of life restoring sprouts of hope for the buried grain
to rebirth in death the unencumbered soul with no plan to refrain.

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