not circle: spiral... but which way am i going?
walking into a room in time for the punchline to a joke
reading the second half of an epic
a conversation with myself
why wasnt i there? where was i? who?... was i?
i want to feel the birth of out hero, ourselves, myself
understand the punchline and feel the anger, the
adrenaline, the reason. i want to know why and how and
no one wants to tell a joke backwards. where was i?
in font of me like an assigned passage, but i never do my
my HONEYWELL hums. it was there, here when i was where?
but it just hums.
it wont tell me the joke. it knows its own guilt.
ignorance is bliss is intended. dont be fooled by
and CV sang and i listened....... to the rhythm, was my
bliss intended? do i fear the truth? like a soldiers'
mother, i know the cliche is cliche for a reason. But i
still failed. i only heard rhythm. adrenaline for what?
maybe the hum from the HONEYWELL says more than i thought.
nah--it's just as useless as me.
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