Transfix

Standard

Fixing my life

Isnt a chore

Aint nothing 

Just a daily motion

Transpiring,translucent

In my own.
Thru my sleep i die

Into the waking hour

I am transfigured

Transformed.
Nothing becomes out of mine

I am death thru the annals of every nightmare

In my time of waking

I am here

I am awake

I am

Me.

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