when nothing is true
nothing is real
and error smells of fortune
i never thought
the way i feel
now bring me back
to when i knew nothing
bring me back
when i knew nothing
i’ve always been very good
at screwing things up
and if encouraged
i’d try and do so with this interesting and effective flourish
a curious non-style
as if pre-meta
existed
but now
as the terrain we all navigate becomes porous
my prowess
appear in waves
like the morning song of a red-winged blackbird
but nobody seems to hear the second stanza
Peace/Love/Awkwardness
m(o_O)m

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