Damned be the lips without inquiry
How’d you learn,

For christ’s sake?

A velvet glove praise for the
Hands raised
With some phantom strength
Against the hush hush.

Questions are the key?
Oh to me, I see,

So why do I feel so
splitting sixty branches bent off prismatic emotional piss watered
trees of fancy fractal flowing perception dependent death dance
threat thriving
Stories of woe pruned of the eldest tongues to
Selfishly labeled loosely laced sprouts of my own design?
How come it feels good to fall frail fighting oneself?
Where’d regret go? Who stole my childhood and
Who holds the key clanging changing forms storms of repression
Dripping off therapeutic mirror lips? Tell me this,
Cosmic therapist jam band stand jumping baby booming bartender.
Where is the advice? What demon clipped my wings too short
To span black and white?
This is who’s land? This is where it
Gets complex except for those with
A knack for cycles spinning system slavery.
And if life isn’t fair then I’m stealing til
Karma’s got me at gunpoint.
Is that what I should think, and who should I ask?
Can’t ask a thing barring time and date without the
Cold, you’re old enough, you;ll figure it out.
So all encompassing be my mind, it seems i
Know it all.

I know I ignore what I want to
I know I know you
I do, true to your selfish core.

Just start running, we shouldn’t
Feel so similar.

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