Sunday, March 09, 2014

2.1040 : 3/8/08 : Identity (Seventyseven: 45 of 81)

So amazingly perfect
You’ll think I’m flawed
the seeming vacuum
of this vast space I’ve gnawed
line by line and song by song
so crooked it’s straight
One it gets infinitely long
watch me skillfully screw up
and fumble my lines
till I shiver a sweat up
but freeze ‘cause there’s landmines
pray for the normal
peace and serenity
A way to overcome
this strange bent identity

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