I am My Crooked Spine


My veneer is my skin disguising

My indecisiveness tracing the outline of my cosine core

My discomfort following the dying reverberation of my laughing waves

My protruding scapula accenting the apex of my heart rate

Too common to be gamma, too prominent to be radio

Perhaps like visible light shown in

My frustration in the thousand piece puzzle of blackness which seems to be

Orthodox in frame but

Harboring almost trifling pieces incongruous to their occupied space

Aberrant pieces veiled from man

So perhaps more like invisible light

Exposed is the design of my heteroclite nature 


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