I.
There are so many tyrants around us where the heartache is the treachery
the fragility the suggesting the activating we hallucinate
we house our anger we sting the teeming but obsession overcomes us
like raw flesh it burns:vibrates::hums all desire nerves away
all kindness perishes
[The tyrant is everywhere, and one must consider the price of freedom]The tyrant is at your job
The tyrant follows you home
The tyrant is in your grief
The tyrant is in your longing
The tyrant is in your sick
The tyrant is in your heart
The tyrant is on your train
The tyrant is beneath your earnestly
The tyrant is in your breath
The tyrant is in this poem
II.
She, herself
She, offering
she, she, she, she, she
She tells me
She wishes he would hit her
She tells me
No one has spoken to her like this before
She tells me
The shape
Of his wounds
Of his rage
Of his childness
Of his impossibility
Of his stupor
Of his prickliness
She tells me
She is the destination
Of his anger
Unreasonable
Irrational
Demented
She tells me
She is too strong
She tells me
It is her fault for taking it
I tell her
The tyrant is everywhere
I tell her
She isn’t taking it
She doesn’t believe him
She is just absorbing
Yes, it is maddening
Yes, it is ungodly
Yes, it is unbearable
But he will be taken down
They all will
III.
What
World
What
Scab
What
Voice
Stimulates
Him?
What
Sanity
What
Unraveling
What
Mingling
Seizes
Him?
What
Rulings
What
Justice
What
Rush
Civilizes
Him?
//
I would set fire
To this world
To this life
I would set fire
To these faults
If it meant
The tyrant
Would fall
It if meant
This world
Was not this world
If it meant
This world
Was not
A plaything.
What I want
What I want
More than anything
Is for the tyrant
To leave
Is for the tyrant
To leave my hand
Is for the tyrant
To leave my grip
For the tyrant
To remove
His fangs
From my palm
Is for the tyrant
To let me
Rise
Rise
Rise
Is for the tyrant
To let me rise
From the lonely
Alone.
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