07.
By now I've traced 1,000 steps
avoiding grimy forgotton prints in the muck
and now I'm here, but where am I?
You think it's one way, but you're wrong
I've been finding myself by seeing who I am not
faces and names pass through my life
like a muted TV screen
and I love them all.
but remember your routes
because Karma's a bitch
and no one wants to be an unfounded willow
floating in the space between
time and all you know
even the sweetest tea turns sour
under moons so -
heavy, low and bursting
with unreachable love
her beauty's brimming with boiling gas
overwhelmed by caustic fire and ash
but she brings you light, you can't forget that
well, doesn't she?
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