One's brighter self

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BRIGHTER

I used to run in circles
Of all knowing belief.
Salty taste of messy provings
Run languidly
To pool at hand and hilt,
Ripe with hewn flesh.
Only in that moment was there desire
For semi-righteous reversal.
A spectacle made,
Of self
And misunderstanding of old plots
Weary of new, too brilliant participants;
Party planners of death's coming.
Storied notions of the perfect
"Everything"
Prevailed and passed through my mind
A lucid dream
One that means to define
Moves to come.

A shootout in full tilt.
Lone gunman crosshairs set
On sublime specters
Dissipating vapors, marking traces of bullets
Boiling air with their obsession.
Omniscient eye to behold
The lonely gunman
Rises like the sun to see
Only a man illuminated.
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