Measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare,
the time it takes to get from here to there.
I am so much better than I used to be.
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Terrified of telephones and shopping mall, and knives,
And drowning in the pools of over lives.
in love with love, and lousy poetry.
And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and Present tense.
And I'm losing all these stupid games that I swore I'd never play.
but it almost feels okay.
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Circumnavigate this body of wonder and uncertainty.
Armed with every previous failure, and amateur cartography,
I breathe in deep before I spread these maps out on my bedroom floor.
And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and Present tense.
And I'm losing all these stupid games that I swore I'd never play.
But it feels okay.
And I’m Leaving. Wave goodbye and I’m Losing, but I'll try,
With the last ways left, to remember. Sing my imperfect offering.