Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Asperger Asparagus

"How we let time fly while trying to stave off change."

I'm not who I am, I am. I am
A thing who wants not to be I am.
I am clinging to the rocks of thought.

Lashed by the wind and the rain I am,
Wanting I am washed off, leaving me
Rinsed to begin as a me again.

You can't imagine how I am tastes
To a thing not wanting to be
The thing I am. Such a thing I am.

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