Life Subjections

If you were to pick my brain,
I am unable to ascertain
if you would find an untainted
string of thoughts or disdain.

My mind is like a furnace
with eternal flames burning;
prescribed by words of my own doing
leaving black soot foolishly dancing.

Broken cities line my heart
- no inhabitants worthy of
taking up unconditional residence
in a space so ever shady.

Fragility defined its operator
with a license to harm
any and every love
who dares venture unarmed.

If Biology is sufficient
to explain my entire being,
then why did History prevent me
from fearlessly continuing?

Experience may paint my life
-on canvas- in the name of Art.
But Geography could never match
the tectonic plates of my heart.