First we must get
the sniper out
from the tall tower
inside the heart
the self must be
a voluntary structure
inside the bombed-out
apartment building
no one’s debriefed me yet
I was on my way back to talk
to you my game face on
my corridors full of
new and powerful
disappointments
I wanted you to know
how many are called
nothing and have
nothing like me
but you heart
stopping and going
at least you
have a future
are free.
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