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terrestrial intersect

I am
what I �
always �
were
constant
harsh exfoliation
trampled
by my herd`s
discouraging words
cloudy skies
balming
wide open eyes
muting
thousand mile cries
constantly
vibrating �
slightly against tympanum
but violently
`gainst cranium
I am �
and will always be
out of place
in my �
native upbringing
yet amongst the cries
I hear singing
magnetic tone slinging
prodding
urging
unlock step
some unpleasant
responsibilities
accept
and allow reason
to be passion
wind-swept
ever so accurately
into an available
terrestrial intersect
where this Inept
can forgivingly
connect
and consistently
peacefully
slept