If I were wise I would be
practicing practicing
If I were worthless I would be
laughing my ass off
I’m mediocre and I
oscillate
What can I do it’s a hard truth
I pass off
day is night and progress
looks like collapse
hard to fit the contradictions
through a synapse
Virtue looks like a valley
the greatest white space is spattered
abundant, deficient;
Firmly founded - tattered
cornerless, late to ripen
Silent and shapeless
they say it alone can help
me need to escape lesswhat
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