Once upon a time
I sat as a wall between this and that poor and rich you and me and as far as I could see you were okay (or not) by me. Then my bricks took a great fall and I tried to be a wall but all I could see was sky I sat scattered and none of it mattered not east or west worst or best stay or go cuz I was whole. Yet all the King's what-nots kept trying to fix me to fit me into their false or true red or blue wrong or fair but I'm not there I'm out here where the chairs are stars forgive me y'all but I think we all have saved seats? But I still climb down and start to sort between nice and mean old and green found and lost but it somehow costs me some loss to theorize or eulogize and I realize in my eyes you really are okay. And I don't want to be put back together again.
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September 2019
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