divorcing
the lunatic asylum
of
yesterday that gave my roof
bed,
food, and park to roam
around
as my best comfort
i
build my today in the thin air
on
nothing, hoping my heart
will
soar into tomorrow, better
than
my many yesteryear
in
the name of good human
husbanding,
fathering, later
in
a grandiose lunacy of owning
my
name i helplessly stole earlier
henry
victor 17.01.2019
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