Torrid musings return
Sudden fusing
A flash of:
Was it that I learned
Or yearned
Or kerned…provided space between, that is.
Fallen like the angels
Detached like fables
Spinning like dreidels
And it has got me thinking
And it has got me sinking
Conventional is not my bliss
Nuances fear of amiss
Maybe it was just his…
In my head like brains
On my mind like insane
Crazy, like inane
…Banal just retired.
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