anger burns sometimes within
the dreamer unseen unheard unfelt
like you that day that once that now
trying to get in fit in be known
and we rage and stew and kick and kiss
with against shadows still untouched
by all the heat we can generate
for those who will not see are thus
defined
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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