challenge me as i lay across the night- wielding nothing but my truths to bare witness.
come down from atop your fence,
pop that solvent bubble,
unleash that brace that chokes you- and destroys your free will, yet builds your ego up tall.
ego provides stilts for the atrocities that you commit while struggling to feed it.
for it is always starving, and yet never nourished,
always lacking no matter how full.
i challenge you to rise to the moment and be quick with your wit, for in quickness and instinctual discourse there is little room for fabrication, but still that teeny space for an ego to flourish in.
light in a darkened corner can sustain anyone's hopes for years-
- when solitary confinement wont cut it.
cut it loose.
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