The mea[sure of the enemy]

And as you reveal yourself, 

not the general 

us, I begin to see with 

clarity what the rest did

see so very long ago:

you lie and you fake and 

you take and you

straighten the 

crooked and

crooken the straight,

to such an extent the only 

thing to do is bend me,

abusive-

like, out of radical shape.

And so –

as my shape 

as it can be

is what I become –

no longer do I allow

thee, my once kindly 

companion and now formal

enemy, 

to measure me up

and to tie me VIOLENT down.

For all of your guiles 

are whiles 

a minute 

too far: and whilst you belittle 

your

self in your tiny 

procrastinations, I no longer – my

self – will be playing 

this sad game.

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