I hold steady in the face of distraction
moving mood music past the so called factions
I got them smiling with such satisfaction,
within the walls and within the words,
at the obscurity of my abstractions
flipping stones and gliding with birds
I got eyes tearing along with the poets
like prophets having an allergic reaction
pain don't come in timed contractions
but like a sudden slug to the heart
connecting urges and mutual attractions
shivering in a bubbling brook; I stand ready
manipulating thought through deep interaction
with my mind racing and my pen steady
I continue scribbling vivid mental extractions
using my pain to paint pictures of human action
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