Every toe planted with obsessed precision,
walking the edge of a knife;
rote words spoke in unison:
every voice inside my head, every word
in chorus, in crimson.
I breathe a frenzied life
into every particle of assigned meaning:
phoneme, syllable, word;
every sentence a deadly battle strategy.
Every war, won.
I am Alexander. Your blood seethes
in a nightmare foam between my teeth;
froth I breathe
in and out on the daily;
pink,
bitter metal-tang.
Pupils like black saucers.
Nostrils dilated;
heart beating with alacrity.
One reason is all I need--
your lazy speech enrages me.
Alkaline lightning sears through my veins.
Mine is a fury. Mine makes me free.
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