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[mathiasthom]

Too much information
and impersonal
becoming nocturnal
for the sunlight
holds nothing but
a world filled with strife

These headlights
that slice through the atmosphere
with pin pointed accuracy
illuminating a world
so nervous and afraid
where this bed is made
and direction is waylaid

Hello former family
with picture perfect,
postcard existence
this is the gnarled root
refusing to wear a suit
to cover up,
avoiding a Greater Truth

Must people play these head games
everyone is targeted as abnormal and strange
these words flowing on a creative splurge
like lightning surging
from a tempest sky
over this head,
never understanding 'why'?

mathiasthom
written 3/14/12