This is what keeps me going
It is my path of knowing,
My essence belongs to me
I'm not bound to pay no fee,
From under my skin I slowly emerge
New-borns from myself I endessly forge,
Fractions of one-second emotions die
One by one in darkness they fly,
Flawless beliefs begin to cristalize
My "I" is non of your concern how it dies!
I, the hindsight
have come a long way
(globe-trotting with my Siamese, the second-guesser
who might have gone a bit too far)
we are travel-worn
are there any vacancies?
The janitor
(how peculiar, his name was Janus)
spoke with a forked tongue
“there’s only room for one
but you could double up”
as soon as we plunged
into our truckle bed
with a sinking feeling
we overheard
O-n-e:
One shiningdark morning,
I caught you seeking in my armoire.
T-h-i-e-f:
You thief, voleur, I said,
what are you doing here?
I'm looking for a pair of socks,
you said, blushing.
I have to go to the prom,
and I need socks from your closet...
This is not a closet, you fool!
are you blind, or what? ...I said
... Regarde! Smell!
Don't you feel the oak's scent?
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