I stand by myself
But I can’t stand by my words
Rhetoricise
It’s like finding figures in clouds
Faces in a crowd
A forest without trees
Is more paper for tertiary poetry
When you hear the sound and you know it’s me
Without evidence to the contrary
It seems so arbitrary
Because words are the reverse
Of the air
The air that we breathe
More fodder for late modernity
Complacent as a face for obscurity
In all pursuit of agency
An exhausted vocabulary
Tell me about your life
Tell your story in your own words
In your own words
That’s what living’s like
Bring light to light and life to life
Bring light to life
“What is and what is meant to be”
Said the prince of profundity
“Are essentially the same thing”
That’s what living’s like
Bring light to light and life to life
Bring light to life
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