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misread

my body is a shape
of grandness unfulfilled
a somatic mind
filled with puzzling years
of knots and barbs
wrinkled weeps
yet erect with a belief in the nobility of ache
and the pruning of humility
like bonsai
is proof of intent
and yet I stand eaten by pirañas
my bones still upright
mending to remaining bits of a soul devoured
still trying to help decipher
what blind eyes choose to see
selflessness as a mirage
need as weakness rather than spice
indistinguishable from the noise
of constant storms
the tsunami of expectation
blurring all vision
as i lose grip sometimes
of the delusion
that i am somehow great
unsure as to which is truly grand
“greatness” or the freeness of its insistence
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