i am eclisped by this aspiration to be free
to be joyous
to live a purely mythical
time
with bunting and available wenches
or firm friends
some of the people have at least some good things some of the time
even if they are contsrained by reality and not perfect
i am constrained by aspergers syndrome and all that it entails.
the water drips over my clock
my on rushing blood shot eyes
make me crave a new oblivion
my old ghosts come out of my minds eye
and live a little next to my feverish body
if there are ants on my lawn
there must be tunnels
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