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The Gun You're Pointing
the gun you're pointing
is not your manhood,
it's your fear....
of the risk of
giving more than the
ground that you stand on....
fear of the angry storms
of your need facing
the limits of your desire...
of the smallness of your soul
in the unexplored night...
your hunger shrinking
into the shell of a snail...
the loss of your identity,
your shaking hand....
the gun you're pointing,
the suicide of your being,
drugged by the rage
you cant sleep with alone!
poem
by
Eric Cockrell
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