My desires contrast
They scream at each other
They wear my patience down
Their voices are loud
They want separate things
They follow their own paths
fueled by their individual curiosity
They don't care about me anymore
I should be the priority here
my balance my will and my control
Like teenagers they run away from home
Chasing these things far from the gates of reason
leaving burnmarks up the asphalt
Screaming through the predawn liminality
Scratching out their own transmutation far from me
BUT YOU MUST COME BACK
COME BACK BE WHOLE
STRAY NOT OUT
DIVIDE ME NOT
I... long to be integral
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