Conversatiate
By Convolution
Sapping away at our uniformity Adding to my vacuous ego’s enormity Emaciating power has left me to dust You’re rending your heart and it’s starting to rust I’m taking my things, and I’m taking my leave I’ll not give you the pleasure of violent reprieve If you must know, however, there truly was love But it ended the night of the dawn from above. Continue to read if your mind be content But let it be known it’s your fancy I rent There lacks here a style, known not to a few So I’ll make it less simple and throw me askew It’s nice to be blunt, but great to be subtle While writing the words meant just to befuddle If you must know, however, there tends to be death So take hold of my hand and take your last breath. Fantastic flights flying high overhead When you’re made of the music it’s silence you dread With waxen wings soar, so far from the shore Taking sunsets by steps `til the day is no more I still can’t believe I’m alive at this time But maybe I’ll learn to believe more with time If you must know, however, there is only one source I speak of my joy, and our simple discourse. Written September 26th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 01:16 PM PST 0 • 12
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"Sapping away at our uniformity..."