the lazy beginning:
the no where of no ones:
seeking the inspiration of
an inspiration: I,
into the density of
you, ambling, plunge, a
stranger, from the outside you are
seen
by the unambling, unknowing they-me.
But here I see
the outside lucid like a
DREAM; HERE
grown men and women
pound the floor unhappily.
Spirits hurled like
poster paints, childishly,
colour me you. Friends,
don't I know
the yearning frustration,
the frustrated yearning,
the yaustraned frerning
to say
just
just
just
what you mean to mean to say!
and the seeking of an inspiration...
the no where being no
one...fearing the lazy life that
steals like sleep...all this world
began with a colon conclusively: but now,
oh, where to go to be?
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