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How in the world can I still be expecting
after something like twenty years
spent in reflecting
Is there anything really left there
or just an image bound up in
steel strings and coarse hair
You could theorize that we hope because we must
just enough to kick us into low gear
shake off the rust
never enough to escape gravity
or shake the bitch up
a suture in time
and every rhyme it's going to stitch up
I crudely sew one disjointed season to another
pretend a whole is coalescing
fake it till you make it brother
this time I'm a quit while I'm ahead
uncharacteristic
but this stone's been thoroughly bled
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