I don’t fault you
not everyone
has the
wit
to recognize
a rarity
but that
is
not the
topic
I’d
like to
disturb.
As I am
I am
exactly
in place
delighted
with the
glimpse
I’ve had
of my
own
design.
And even
a sequence
of unfortunate
events
pricking at me
with the
perversions
of
pain
feels
delicious.
In the vein of
examining
a needle
enter the flesh
of my arm
I am
aroused.
Imprinted
with
the sagacity
to embrace
rather than
merely
endure
turbulence.
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