What's that in your eye?

Hi.
I'm the desert cactus,
the Oregon Molasses.
A bag of meat, just like you, trapped in an infinite trip based on loose mathematics
I'm like Michael Jackson;
So beautifully tragic.
I feel the electric eyes
through the neon city lights
god uses to spy
and lost a lifetime, it seems,
so we could die for another man's dream
and I feel the way we subconsciously dance everywhere
and the intensity in his love of the way I stare.

Bowing to priest
and switch
to the witch.

I am the final trial of the exile,
the mirage in the Egyptian sand,
(the vague outline of your decomposing hands)
the picture in the locket
that burns through your pocket
simply because that's the way today.
I understand the impurity in our growth that you saw
but my generation isn't worse; it's just more raw.
When we're young, we taste life on our tongue.
I hope we have all or none
so we know if we've lost or won.

I must be photosynthetic with energy
because I can sense the way I radiate
in the looks of their empathy.
I am not the Jewish Taliban
or a get rich scam or
a piece of contraband.
I am not the bomb that changes the rocks into pebbles
pebbles to sand
or the man with a plan.
I'm not alien or sham,
because I refuse to hide:
this just is who I am.
All who I can:
Caffeine triggered illusions and caffeine inspired conclusions;
soul wardens and bourbon burdens.

I see seven Sebrees Seven Sebreees I see Seven Severed Sebrees selected slyly sailing slicing slick celestial soothing surfaces
I've been somewhere nowhere or nowhere somewhere for too long,
there's too many notes in this song.
I'm 40206% sure I belong.
there's too many ways I've seen everything go wrong
too many ways to fall
too many people in this life who believe they know it all
who in this hour
have us dependent on them as they sit in a desk savoring their own power
too many reasons to continue
and only 314% of them are promotional lies from the other venues.
I'm only afraid of the truth's emergence
because
it'd mean my writing has no purpose.
I'm only a subliminal criminal
and the evidence is so minimal.

Wolffs aren't supposed to be scared
and I'm not sure if that's fair
or societal fear
because if I was as afraid as I feel I wouldn't be reading this.
I wouldn't be here.
Too many physical flashbacks exist that make the story too clear.

I'm the ecstatic
magnetic.
Your most brilliant scientist
and the most problematic.

the sweet seducing sighs as they watch from everywhere
the way I stare

the 4 walls that never fight
as I fail hold myself in at night.

I will live and die
through the murky Sinai in these hazel, electric eyes.

Aaron "Wolffy" Wolff