Saturday, November 30, 2024

Concealed ~ Saturday, November 30, 2024

You who are, are not ~ in a sense, no one
of course, my defense as apology
underscores logic up, up and away

when, then, you are caught off guard, with your gun
how can I help you you are, in this state
on edge, no offense ~ but astrology

as biologic genetic survey
resolves nothing but ~ more pain in the end
empty of value ~ open to debate

arguments aside ~ what have you to gain
remember the fun ~ you had as a kid
each G.O.A.T. has their pride ~ I was once insane

nerves burnt by the sun ~ once, the highest bid
ostracized, my gut ~ who would thee befriend
terror in a sense ~ accepts the abuse

initiate choice ~ voiceless as a child
nitwit that I am ~ always on the prowl

as for you, so tense ~ and blindly abstruse

solve the problem, not ~ the solution, cast
each stone, to rejoice in the sea, for wild
noises in a clam upsets with a growl
sufficient to cause ~ alarm without calm
empirical dot explodes with a blast

nothing to do now ~ but to start again
only if you fuss we leave you alone

or the sacred cow ~ tipped with stylus pen
nervous on the bus ~ watches as a drone
empties without pause chambers full of charm

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