Tristan Robert Lange

Pleased to Pass

How can I possibly please

Others who keep failing

To please me?

Please do explain—

The answer gets less clear

The more words I hear.

Pleasing pleasure pushing

Pushers push me further away

From the center

Of my orbit—

The gravitational disruption

Pleasing to those calculating

Constellary concerns—

Concerns for order,

Concerns for gatekeeping concerns,

Concerns for being well,

Sans concern for well-being.

Such concerns—

Please forgive me—

Result in governing guilt...

No more.

They are not mine to own.

I return them to you,

Regifted as a mirror.

The reflection might not please,

But that is your disease.

So, please—

I really do say this with ease—

Enjoy those psycho gymnastics

As this psychonaut

Enthusiastically explores

The vast expanses within.

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