I breathe, is that allowed?
Salts swim towards nerve endings, squeeze my lungs, and make me breathe:
Is that allowed?
Or shall I turn purple
With legitimate concerns
My honesty burns....
And please to define 'destructive'.
Because, by my idiot reckoning,
I've destroyed nothing by my presence, or by my absence.
But I take comfort in this one thought:
I don't have to bear the weight
Of my ridiculous judgment.





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