An estranged paranoia bores me now.
It cripples through the vulnerability
and urges to stop looking.
For association
for understanding
for sex
for poetry
for a rain of dark days.
It says a lot about an enraged wanderer,
cursed with wisdom
and heaped with endless ability to destroy.
The paranoia bores me now
and i let the blue face to take me where this skin can’t escape the needles of voyeurism.

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Photograph: Alexander Mourant.