I’m an utter mess of a man. But I’m only the somewhat restricted or restrained mess that I am due to a constant need to self-evaluate. I’m not perfect. I never will be. But I’m trying to be better.
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There are times when I catch myself
looking out from the corner of my eyes,
into the still life painted beyond me,
a replication of an interpretation
framed from the limited perspective
of an existence rooted in salted Earth,
an inescapable pessimism dressed up,
churched up in the clothes, the robes
of a wandering realist in active denial
of the yoke forged of raw cynicism,
mined from the bursting arteries
of dreams strangled in the crib.
— Suspension of Disbelief. Steve Arviso. 2018.