for the first time i tried
harmonizing in discord
i am an apostle of the paradox
a needle in the snow
sunlight sang to me from so many
miles up, and i listened like a diligent
mop and broom, dressing room
i'm busy putting on my face to meet the faces
that i face.
i'm a goddamn bulldozer.
and the ways in which i change are strange
the eyes i leave behind are strange
and staring.
i keep on serving different
different meals. maybe i should have known
i keep to myself these days
i keep myself to strict rhythms
wild lights.
and the older
the rest is sitting on the desk
gathering dust and crumbs.
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