These words that I write
that I constantly seem
to want to talk about and speak
and which I eventually wind up
yelling and shouting out loud
are perhaps an attempt
to draw attention….
No! For sure these are vain
attempts to draw attention.
But attention to what?
something strange?
something familiar?
something painful or funny?
something vaguely specific?
something right or wrong,
...truth or lies?
Its not all black and white you know.
Its great greys and all the colors
that vibgyor through this cosmic show.
Nothings perfect...
and thats the most
perfect thing about everything.
Everything else is just
whispering by the graveyard.
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