some people are meant to live lessons
capsized boats, electric tracks
tracts of overgrowth this could be
an unweeded garden gone to seed
this is what it is to be
kicked out of eden
still clinging to the tree
i feel act five duplicity and i am
not yet there
act one was a blur and
my author was going through an identity
crisis.
in this stanza stands the resolution
but i'm feeling no revolution today except
maybe a quick word with mister doctor
navigate my way back to sub-base one
innocent eyes on sliding floors
i want to go to reno
with all sixteen of you. keep me safe.
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