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Locked inside a ribcage
Heart stutters a beat
I swallow my pride
And watch my insides
Digest me
What makes me tick is a time-bomb
That’s going to implode
This anatomy of mystery
Feet walking down this road
Let your pupils teach you a bit
You’ll see me as I am
A pentagram
A son of man
Five fingers of my hand
That grips a bitten apple
That’s grown inside my head
And concentrates upon this matter
Transforming solid gold to lead
This semi-automatic reptilian mind of mine
A sacred fire stolen by the serpent of my spine
But I can be a golden spiral, fetal as a question mark
Though my shoulders carry heaven’s weight
My eyes exist to view its art
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