Chronicle

by DBLevin

as you slice through the anachronistic barriers
of my adolescent brain
lost and confused in the brightly colored aisles
of an overcrowded cage
pricecheck on my sanity
cleanup in the logic isle
through my royally turbulent confusion
you are the sonic beam of light
from the faraway and oh-so-near
lighthouse of your eyes
drawing me closer
closer
but never, ever letting me run aground
and for the record
god, i hate this pen

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