more than all the stars . . .
these connections in my brain . . .
I’ll find some excuse
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not myself
to be what I was
is not what I want to be . . .
I was not myself
only me
oh, falling from grace
this “we” that seemed quite special
again, only me
to myself
the words I use now . . .
I’m in my own little world
talking to myself
I’ll deny
any truth you find
I guarantee I’ll deny …
this one too, or not
my inner place
loudmouth of the mind
hiding in my inner place …
petty offender
two rows ahead
she’s two rows ahead
in the realm of happenchance …
could be two light-years
I’m sure
a world without me
rotates every twenty four …
but reversed, I’m sure
these feet
I have a window
too often feels like the world …
time to use these feet
all me
reinventing me
or recycling pre-owned me’s …
somehow, they’re all me