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Toxic Antithesis

For Claire Drucker

Accompanying the power of addiction,
My life began to bloat until my soul
Gave up control to something called belief
In one who grants insanity for sto-
Len acts of bad faith, breathed
Before tall risers with deep treads had come.
To both be restored as well as to have a future,
As if the race once run could be re-run,
I paid the other, whom I owed, face-
To-face until the Other, satisfied,
Flash-bulbed me like sunshine mace;
And I walked, from those bribed
By substances, past moral inventories:
A body, once dead, now a living synthesis.

Thank You.

"In loving actual individual beings one can slip into a fanciful idea about how one thinks or could wish this being should be." -Kierkegaard