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(9-26)
Unseen in the glare of a daylight glow
Invisible and unable to directly cast a shadow
I have no presence, no form to fill
This is the yield of a poison pill
Nobody is my name
I won’t cry out to receive a rest
It is better that I linger in the cold and emptiness
My place proscribed by a careless word
Dropping from the sky like a flightless bird
Nobody is my name
The appearance I carry is one of regret
Stained with transgressions I cannot forget
And though forgiveness is assured in the scrolls
I find myself failing in neighborhood polls
Nobody is my name
A tease and a twist, once seemed to play
But now I realize that those gifts caused delay
They held back a soul that was ready to soar
With a hand raised to halt what awaited in store
Nobody is my name
A kiss on the cheek signified my guilt
It marked me as one who had the wrong tilt
An incline toward opposites, bent in my bones
A curse that made the crowd leave me alone
Nobody is my name
I might have complained, with a voice gone unheard
But that useless pursuit would multiply, by a third
Laid out and laughing, I leap from the cliff
Into a canyon where the vanquished turn stiff
Nobody is my name
I saw it once in a western film reel
A moving picture, with midnight appeal
The tale of a cowboy, unknown to the rest
With a six-gun and badge, pinned on his vest
Nobody is my name
Trinity trailed a figure, willfully aloof
And scattered his bullets from the peak of a roof
Forgive me if that memory is not quite correct
It has been too long since the theater was wrecked
Nobody is my name
A silent reflection on the silver screen
A magnified mess, contorted in a dream
That imagery does not match my literal intent
It leaves me with a taste of whiskey and torment
Nobody is my name
No matter the plan, I still fall upon rocks
A hole in my heart and a tumble of blocks
Treading over eggshells, with no compromise to make
Sad to believe that my birth was a mistake
Nobody is my name
A sobering truth, discovered on a dare
That the man without a home remains unaware
No country to claim when standing in court
No citizen status to stamp on a passport
Nobody is my name
Caught between sides of a narrow route to escape
Where weakness confirms that the hour is too late
And a hunger for redemption ends badly for all
A scribble of chalk on the jailhouse wall
Nobody is my name
The tomb may be empty for a savior on the rise
But there is no such brilliance for one with closed eyes
I meet the final moment with a flicker of flame
This candle is snuffed out by a dribble of rain
Nobody is my name
Should you by chance, remember my fall
If pray for a benediction, to celebrate that call
An echo still bouncing among ears in the fold
A story of things not often retold
Nobody is my name
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