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