Look for him

Baseball bat for a mouth, daggers for eyes

Petrified monolith heart

Where was the research

And why no warning

Icicle fingers, unwilling feet

Did I not warrant some sun

The most routine walk down any staircase

Has me hearing in stereo

Boom-box voice with metronome tone

Over and over again

Don’t ascend

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