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Alexa Eisner

I found the words I had lost

Created and dissipated into stored past memory

Digital display of history

I took back that mental touch

Lovers lost and new eyes in city gleam-

So much beauty asking me what it means--

Equal parts exhausted and thrilled

Tension feeds progress

Pushed outside of bounds screams to change

Singing 'home' I heard my prayer

Sunlight melting to freedom melody

The many rotating parts inside this me-

Personalities neglected and found--

Today I reread theory. Then old poetry.

Yesterday I drooled for canvas and painted floors.

I asked my hips if they would sidewalk sway.

Whispers form new channels for this hallow desire

The palm reader told me I will never be satisfied

That is the root of unknown drive

So I give in.

I give in.

I give in.

I like living with a little bit of sin

I dare to get lost-

What really is at cost?--