The shoulders of a Dark Man


I stand on the shoulders
of the one I encaptured
the one whose sun shined
brighter than I ever could
from a land that created time
and soul spoke without speaking

I stand on the shoulders
I needed
with bulges and packaging
encouraging many to disregard
a fantasy to be put on display
and secretly marvelled

I want those shoulders
that even medicinal snake oil
cannot achieve for me
and causes me to
share my destruction
with gun-powdered outbursts

I need those shoulders to stay
so my glory will be recognized
for the size of the trophy the game
awards me
Taken down so I can stand
so I can stand proudly with regrets

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