Skyscrapers

Every narcissist is an insomniac.
Skyscraper teeth slurred
Skyscraper delusions
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Of grandeur.

There is no rest for cyclical
Aggrandizement
Hanging isolated
Like and Icicle , or a steeple
Alone.

Loneliness,regret and the dull pain of
Broken bottle relationships
Waylaid by the elixirs of pride
Poured out on the curb of eternity
For the world to see whom we chose:
Ourselves.

Because we spent most of our lives in the prism
Of overcompensation and over-masturbation
Out of touch with reality and touching all the wrong things
Believe me, if I could, I would take this bloody palm and
Make a dial, but I’ve swallowed so much soap in my lifetime
That my throat just vibrates empty consonants.

Consistently swallowing my tongue so that I can’t even cry wolf
And help myself out of this forsaken pit,
Or maybe because I’ve played wolf for so long,
Being a rabbit won’t manage, and outfit is too small anyways.

Can I just grab a hold of truth?
Which is spinning along side of humanity
Like a bowling ball looking for a pin to knock over
I’ve been hurling my own balls for awhile now
At the pins I’ve made of the world,
Maybe it’s time for me to assume position
And stand erect, letting the balls fall where they may

And be still and know that the world will not fall without me
And know that I am, that I am not, and in being not
I can finally be
Awake