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Plagiarized Inevitability
Life
Is plagiarzed.
A soul,
A hand,
A mind,
Indebted to the entire
Sky
It has drawn from.
When pages are divided,
All the words have coincided
And the bibliography
Is bigger
Than the book itself.
When we look at what resided
After all the Beauty Cited
And the topography
Is flatter
Than the empty shelf.
Then we're battered
From the chatter
As it splatters
'Cross the wall.
And the rhyming
Stops its shining
Where it's lining
Lonely halls.
Trapped in form
Because the norm for creativity
Is broken
Hopelessly.
Scripted storms
Engulf the corn and barley fields
In soaking
Melody.
And we can sing
The tune we know the violin
Will harmonize.
But all we bring
Is tears back to the forefront in
A standard cry...
Let it die.
Let it die.
We're candy-coated,
Stealing from the past.
You and I.
You and I
Leave ashes of a thought eroded
In the grass.
Kneeling on the dirt
And palms to greenhouse glass.
Watching life unfold
Without the middle man...
