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I'll never reach them
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I was raised in an echo chamber
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and when I realized I was a mirror
 2
looking at mirrors
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and paintings of clouds
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on the ceiling,
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I smoked a flower and
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the clouds cleared for stars.
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bury my head
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in this garbage shit,
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muck. gutter dirt.
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I'm in need of a
 11
cleansing.
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these words are truer
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than my audience,
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whose heads are
 15
turned.
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I am not ascending
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any heavenly ladder
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and I am surrounded by idiots
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whose faith weighs more
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than my own gnosticism.
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I don't know nearly enough
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except that the headlines
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are bait
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for the anti-intellectual
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fanatics, who,
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reliving the glory days
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of high school basketball
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in their churches,
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now have access to
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pornhub in their pockets.
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and they vote.
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they voted
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white. they voted men.
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they voted and my progressive friends
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blocked them.
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bury my head in this garbage.
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I'm still painting dots
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in a room burning down,
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what little cash I have
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is all the fuel left
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to ignite.
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22 Dec 16

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rated a 7 and still in the recent best. must not be very many good poems lately.
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