...Untitiled...
How one looks is important
what is percieved is not the same
trajic here the line I cross
of art and my more humble name
and please see the beauty i beg
of a pidgeon shimmering there
for I am just such a dove
beside you in the market square
knife wounds echo thigh high eleven
connections odd not even
is it art or a heart
that has no mind to lie, to lie, to lie
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How one must look and perceive the
tragic lines I have crossed
with my more humble name
You see the beauty of a shimmering
I know you do for I am of the dove
beside you and the heart
Echo high the numbers and
connections odd and even
is my art that has mind
To truth, truth, truth
That puts the whole "conflict" thing in perspective.
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