for Howard Hughes
All of the world's idiocies
hold me back
keep me in place
arms tied back &
belts fastened around
my waist...
That bitter taste on my
tongue?
The residue of dreams
crushed
when I was much younger...
The pain touched upon
again & again...
Reliving the rejection
sends me into isolation
self-imposed exile
permanent concentration...
I put my blinders on
not only to focus
but to escape...
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