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Other
than what you see
in your rearview mirror,
the past is a blur. The future?
It's clear.

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it's clear
of her wagon
wheel I've just now wondered
when then became then and I felt
mattered

mattered
all that you said
but all that's in your eyes
speaks louder than all your voices
speak up

speak up
possible but
for the ever inner
me made of involuntary
trust to (the ink he knew)

Trust to
those I half-love
Yes, I'm the idiot,
but I'm a disaster,nearly
destroyed

destoryed
all apart from
the ape instict voices
which shape the barely buildable
but err

but err
If you will, sir
The sky will fall Earth burst
The Universe will turn into
raw dust

raw dust
explode er'where
as this foot settles down
on a place unvisited, years
countless.

countless,
you say, the ways
you love me—tell me two,
be precise, no hair, smile, kindness,
just two

just two
ways to be one
you look into my eyes
I look into yours, leaving no
distance.

Distance.
proven to be
for the long-reaching hands
One day, with efforts galore, you'll
reach it

reach it
reach it quickly
It's long waiting for you
with arms outreaching like a rose's
petals.

petals
stare lovingly
to out if each other
over the different demands
they do

they do
whatever comes
their minds until no more
they can think about time or space
around.

around
detrimental
beams that begin and end
in a calling quandary in
to turn

to turn
away from truth
cannot be said to be
the same as turning to falsehood
Just try.

just try
yell or over
steep in particulars
that are finds of a finer print
plus eye

plus eye
all senses dodge
stars may look like small lamps
yet stars are big enough to spit
hell-fire!

hell fire
i've thought about
before the reality
reasons are down write and over inks
be what

be what?
what you wanted?
Sorry that I Cannot live
the dream you wanted to, but I'm
Not you.

Not you?
then who was it?
Someone's looks must have done
What even a sword cannot do
Break Heart!

break heart
to undertones
transcribed but for the truth
to ask if deserving of i've
a her

a her ?
Give her a name
Daffodils, roses and
lilies all are flowers yet called
by names.

A her
Beside a him
Possibly a couple
Or two strangers sharing one space
And time

by names
given out to
fine or finer things of
a nature eye nurtures by this
and time

and time
they say is a
healer. Yes, it heals but
also leads patience to the brink
of death.

of death
held in breathless
art of overbearing
believability that but
them built

them built
them destroyed
them reincarnated
them sent back to labor on earth
Oh, God!!

oh god
of glorious
tides tied to newer moons
found floating over the top of
to us

to us
all is the same
Madam on one side or
Sahib on the other spell life's
lead coin!

lead coin
weighed heavily
and to be specific
felt far reaching in its over
all of

all of
us are humans
yet a priest called us apes
Oh! Get me back my tail, Jesus!
If true.

If true,
variable
is boolean and not
an integer. So stop trying
numbers

numbers
surely count.
Democratically
flies, gnats and cockroaches should rule
this world.

This world,
what's it come to?
where hypocrites walk freely
revered by others when they know
they're wrong!

they're wrong
It's what you think
a rose may be a rose
but to them just a fool's garden
lush pink !

lush pink
like people eat
each other in apple
tarted triangles of meaty
might (he) big

might (he) big
ting ting tring tring
mama papa playing
papa hitting sixers mama
bowling!!

bowling
grapes greatly as
slight being like me makes
unnoticed efforts for the win
of game

of game
that's not worthy
of playing you must not
talk unless you want to be out
clean bold!