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If I were you world,
I too would turn away,
Uncomfortable it is to sit
And watch a man decay.

Careful with curiosity
Lest he be contagious,
Infecting one with such sense
That finds he himself outrageous.

Who turns and laughs
At what he has just said,
Denying that those intents
Were ever of his own head.

Who sleeps upon a mattress
As complacent as the sea,
Tossing this way and that
Eternally for you and me.

And as he slips into the nothing
That is obscurity,
Please turn down that television
To hear your own security.

How I wish that you knew I
And that I wish to tell
How you'd see my inner cry
To reach a hand loud as a yell.
To not be a speck of dust
Among giants,
And stepped on as such
To be spoken of with a smile,
To be spoken!
To not have been a problem,
To outrun time
And laugh at the race,
To be the parenthesis
To infinity...
Remember what I've said
For convention tolls
And bangs me on the head.

Let us talk when the "I" is dead!