It’s been a rough week or two…

Classical references expound upon
My broken lines
Of law enforcement evasion,
And self-actualization.

Shadows shift
In this complex reality
Of the moment.

I fear for continuity,
Long for non-sequitur.
Acting as a Ratatoskr,
Shifty eyes and all.

But a fire is burning behind
These icy eyes,
Tended by blind rage.

Lord, allow me to grow to be
Your Azazel.
Father, let me die
An honored Death

 

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