Autonomy

Unguarded, untouched,

I stand revered.

In heaven's front I live

Uncharted, remote

On the side of the blaze and the spear.

In company's face I gather not, nor bolster the

Edge of a thought.

And never could I,

Give myself to their grins

Nor die

For the crowd to approve of my sins.

I cannot emit all my purpose,

Not to familiars who wait

And spit curses.

And never could I

Hold my word the point

Without cold

When the spectators gaze

At my old

And thickening monoxide haze,

As it runs its way up to my breathing.

And they cough,

And it flies to my lungs

As my lips

In anxiety twitter and move on their own.

And I come to an end

Where the air I befriend

And my lonely speech vexes

By a strange apoplexy,

Where I'm hindered in crowds of each digit.

As lo I have grown

From the none who have known

That the depth of my tongue is

Forever alone.