Crawling through the shadows
I see cards and scraps
Of shredded self-actualization
Cluttering the floor
On which I dream and lie
Behind the world changer
Silhouettes.
I ponder
Meticulously craving
Tasty microwavable
Destinies unknown
To flattened crayon
Demands.
I have a child’s curse
From malnourished
Mental momentum missing
Mysteriously magnifying
Romantic apathy scarring
My wallet.
I am a post-graduate.
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