CONTEXT
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within the crispy shell of paper i
await your every turn of phrases new
existing only as another lie
i live within the context but of you
inside your words i live, i breathe, i yearn
for what lies past the play of pen and page
the razor edges curl and start to burn,
a'racing down the binders of this cage.
Then through the edges of this world you made,
Sharp splinters ripping parchment into skin,
I dig, I scrape, I claw the paper blades,
I bleed, and in my blood I am set free!
THE WORLD IS MINE, AND HERE I SHALL BEGIN,
EXISTING IN THE CONTEXT BUT OF ME!

8/27/98