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Defense Against Hidden Histories.

comes to occupy
the veins. Empathy?
By now, so clear:
not worth
the pain.

Insides lacerated
and bruised. Medicated
from that excruciating,
visceral agony
he sees
the truth…

begins to infiltrate
the brain. Eyes bring clarity
they call insane. Toppled
over now, all of it began
by rocking
the boat,

stumbling off that beaten
path, wearing
his own road
through his desert
of ghosts haunting
the jungle

you cut
through, guiding
what once

was, sabotaged
by histories
he remains blinded to.


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