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by Foretacn
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12 years ago
You're always toiling down in the backdrop; canvas to another person's picture, slave master guider wise pathfinder, though I may be stupid sullen at times;
I realise you're propping up my spine. Though I may never walk the line. Though we've never been best compadres, you bail me from all my vindictive crimes
You've broken the trifecta; fear's faces - white anger - rage , Infant thing recalcitrant, Not even self-evident
why you do it is obtuse. Tough yet softer than compare, the Electric shoes wear you, When I fail to relent
The boot is metaphorical yet true; I'd argue till I fail my coup. The colour's red or white the wine unsure, yet still I'm sure we'll never meet shades.
Although I'm just priggish leggy refuse, without true goal or skill or proper use, I know I stole the few operable bits, we've reaped a harvest of protest and rage
although artlessness offers only shit, chokes back whatever morsel offered it, my eyes blind to finding the evident, my zest is but a failure's malaise,
I'm lazy I'm not good enough for you, that I tell to my core feeding self-rot. I say I'm a product of earnest truth, but my scripture lies to you yet unfazed
You stand and still audit me. Arc welding tight my fault lines. You care for your constructions, and although I'm just sub-par
through my fickle eidolon, at the actuality, at the middle of "I am", the left-front-seat of your car
Is empty now I've expanded far out, Goddess paint my constellations noir, yet I may be a savage rabid star, I hope that if I scream and implore
Some day I promise I'll repay you well, I'll refund you me and my hades, I drag with me a flare that you stoked through, I'm screaming still infantile I abhor
that I cannot bear your load.
You've forged me.
Me.
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For the one that's done the most in my life. A metaphorical cookie to anybody who can guess who that person is to me.I love this.
In any case, the erratic format, and as I mentioned, juxtaposition and various other tropes [alliteration, even asyndeton in places] give it a rushed, almost primordial feel, which plays perfectly into the theme and imagery of almost a forge or factory.
As always, love your work. You should be proud.