As I struggle with the notion of obscurity,
I ponder the thoughts of emotional rescue.
While others gladly shake the hands of many,
I am left alone, escaping into the background.

My hand trembles as the thoughts of despair
Overwhelm my estranged intellectual curiosity.
As the ever expanding universe swallows my being,
The longing for acceptance grows by the hour.

Twisting circles of Arizona splendor,
Share the moments of the inner solar star.
Watching myself slither to the furthest corner
Of society, I inhale the aroma of your scent.

Now knowing what it takes to survive in gratitude,
The more civilized age of clones sidestep honor.
The false satisfaction of advanced duplicate man,
Notes the fuel of loving something as pure as beauty.