I'd be white, weak and blind The opposite of oxen Feeling for an exit with Fingers stiff as branches Of a tiny bonsai birch Bark falling off in strips Leaving nude wood, white So bright in raw scar-glow Like a fresco angel, except Starved and deranged though And for an exit, trying Through blindness and time If I wasn't when I am
But I'm on I'm on fire And I'm on Right now
Proactive evolution...
I'd be drying up, nearly bone Alone in the lack Veins slack as empty hose Hand like a crumpled newborn foal Stumbling towards a need Too undefined to feed— The negative of the silhouette Of a dock crane backlit at sunset Gasping for exit through unknown air If I wasn't when I am
But I'm on I'm on fire And I'm on Right now
Pull back the vines To reveal a detour sign
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