Scripted confidence
is unleashed a mangy wolf.
No one knows
I cannot read brains like a mirror.
Sometimes I forget
to breathe while talking.
My lungs squeeze
to mother spurious phrases.
Confused signals
father shrapnel in my eyes.
Lord, help me
find what I want to say
before Death
extinguishes my mind
and my solipsism
becomes a garden of ashes.
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