I Feel
Author: Airtime 13


I Feel
separated from life.
Like a lizards tail,
from the body of life,
Though seeming still
alive, thrashing,
steadily throes intensity
Ready not
no catafalque nor
corpse candles
for burning.
My forms not yet inert,
my lungs not still.
Divest myself
of creature comforts,
that I have done,
iniquity shunted
life far off the tracks.
A factoid,
life in prison,
is no life


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