Looking back took forty years to see
That catch 22 kept me silent.
No complaints, no awareness, no know.
Get angry get beaten.
Divorced from the puke.
I have only yearning that keeps me looking at what is past.
At times I looked to
You for for what was not you.
I know you saw the Rex in me.
I loved the fox in you, your sway, your simplicity.
We turned the banal into pleasure.
What is 40 years?
Rex reigned 150 million years.
I roar for my anger at time knows no limit.
Some duster
will map our skeletons,
Not knowing your saintly heart.
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