Poe’s Man Dream : to be wealthy in spirit

Somedays, when my pile of storms fills up

I restrain, then convulse and realize that

I want to tear out my skin

plug out my eyes, burn out my tongue

dismantle my weary bones

bury my dripping brain beneath

and just walk out alive

spirit free

Choices without limitations

Free from all the vexation

Free to fly away from classifications

Free to unearth even more deeper lights

Somedays, I wish this skin of mine had me free

free from all these colored lines

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