Thursday, April 12, 2012

Silver Tumbler Day 2.

We are all so preoccupied,

when I tried to sing, with what I was told was magic,

I felt that I was the only one doing it,

...and that I was a piece of junk unworthy,

amongst the fellow performers,

they that I feel somehow comfy with.


It was a space to share with a thousand million synapses.

And I wonder, if we did really crossed our paths.

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