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Around I Went
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whole lotta other stuff every word collaborates at the height of power
an intertwining of voices that call and respond
evoke all the moods and scents of sin
masquerading chameleon, never identify with your twin.
beyond the fleeting, whose silence is absolute?
poetics most desired
I should like to inhabit you
in a crime never solved
hell bent or heaven sent
we can’t buy when all the money is spent
when she’s inside the circus tent
why does she speak with a thick accent?
when she laments all the torments
it just a breach of trust with fraudulent intent
reality bears little semblance to the myth
or to those scholars of the risky life
smirk on the face of time
tender age, mysteriously
years like songs their echoes
trailing off softly
they go about dreaming about dreaming
hell bent or heaven sent
we can’t own we only rent
what was it she meant?
when she said, “don’t get bent”
inside the vortex
around I went
