I wrecked my mind looking for
too many angles
thought I was too hep for
the trim and spangles
As the years go past
we run the same flag up the mast
It seems all paths lead to
fragmentation
I never knew if unity
was just imagination
if entropy is pure tragic
if nothing at all is magic
Why are these forced
marches like pulling teeth
the strained refrains and
phrases hover beneath
while it accretes an hour dies
but done is done and damn my eyes
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