Steps To My Crucifixion

Not a hair out of place,/the chair legs buckle./ready to give way by morning./Strange enough, I’m always prone/merely observed here,/ pearls before swine./One day just like the other,/till the final act/gives up the ghost/it no more owns jealous memos./I’m a firstborn child,/the leading light,/born to hold a pair of queens./ I don’t shape this game/ I just can’t keep bleeding./ The blood in my lungs/runs straight to my knuckles./I win just enough times/to aim solemn prayers/straight at a speckled target./Never been as happy/ stripped, rendered,/by makeshift conclusions/from the sunless wisdom of others.

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