Erase the thoughts that began it all;
dim the lights that flashed as guidance.
Cut excuses from wrinkled paper,
paste them to the scrapbook,
a collection.
Snip anger from a patchwork heart -
steal the fog from the air as I breathe.
Blow coal dust from lungs trimmed with diamonds,
run off of the path that was lined with gold
into a blockade of stuttering thoughts.
Shred the canvas whose paint-doused brush has
damned light to live beneath
a cracked layer of black.
Kill the shadows sewn to my feet,
blindfold my conscience and
send me to war with the pen and the pad.
Bend iron bars erected to imprison
curious eyes sunken into eternally-eager faces.
Wash caked blood from delicate hands.
Remove vanity from the lips of oppressors,
join hands to form a finger-woven barricade
against the sharp blow of our brutal reality.
Use a broken compass as guidance
towards everlasting divinity.
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