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This one won't quite do
Dare I take up another---
Yet another responsibility?
I am an anxious wreck,
Already dependent on you
To care for my missteps.
Tired of speaking broadly,
I hereby note a specification
Of earth whipping about,
An attempt to elucidate how
Loathing and also lovely
The cycle of cosmic ripples.
May all who have bosses
May all who have bosses have such a kind one.
You know much more about the cosmos than I
Sometimes, where we are going
Sometimes, where we are going is where the train has stopped for now.
Hard to hear
Cement bench
Among the thugs
Delerious drugs
Black paper singed
By arrogant whims
I lay myself
upon the tracks
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
Laying between the
Laying between the tracks
Rather than across them
You can still see the stars
Above
Your celestial parents
Watching over
From whom you were birthed
But also see the morrow's
Sunrise
From which the next day
Germinates
And you must be there
To self-pollinate your fruit
So laying between the tracks
Rather than across them
Is medicine
Well worth it
Beautifully spun
Thanks for the fun
You're a champion
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
You're quite welcome But you,
You're quite welcome
But you, the vessel
The spark, sparker
Muse and Muser
Right back to you, kudos