This is different, but hopefully the fans of the original piece will enjoy the variety.

It is a sad and despairing truth, that in this moment, my legs are not fins. If you think I’m trying to be funny, by all means, do the world a favor and take a comedy class.

With both crying eyes and sweating brows

I plow

Through what feels like swiftly drying concrete

A street

Full of curious onlookers, content and

Celebrating hand

In hand with lives and loves

Like gloves

To be lived and taken of and on

Their spawn

At their convenience

Wasted lenience

If they ever had to run

Like from a gun

Through swiftly drying concrete

It is a sad and despairing truth, that in this moment, I am experiencing time separately from the world. It is not a sci-fi movie, but real, if unreal, real life. I run to live.

Through a crowd of crowded bodies stacked

And packed

Running through a solid wall

Speedy crawl

The taste of sweat and blood gone sour

Old and dour

Not my own but part of me completely

Dryly, sweetly

Close enough to reach outward and touch

And clutch

But running through a solid wall

Trying not to fall

Through filled space

I try to race

It is a sad and despairing truth, that in this moment, I cannot walk through walls. Or better, flesh and blood. Unbeautiful people stand between me and my completeness. You could say it’s not fair to call them unbeautiful.

Dazzle dazzle, in a moment I am thrusting

Untrusting

If only life were for you and me, he and I

I try

To convince that I am here, though I wasn’t

You mustn’t

Moments ago, when I was rogue and lone

Ugly drone

The gong, gong, gong, it goes

It shows

You are alive, you see

With me

And we are here

So near

The Lion and the Lamb

…behind you, here I am?

It is a sad and despairing truth, that in this moment, although you have finally realized that you are alive and wholly intact, that because of your ancient ignorance and stupidity, we are now both outlaws in a foreign country. I love you, Stupid.