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Yellowed pages of news-clippings
A contradicting scrapbook of personality.
You were old news
Long before you went missing
I remember your spite and arrogance--
So I turned the page
And just kept reading.
ConductorYou demand those around you to strike up the band
And dance upon your word
You have zero musical talent
And yet you attempt to play the world like a fiddle
Trying to force it to your will
When it turned to its own rhythm
Eons before your ancestors took their first steps
You try to push things against the grain--
But you’ll learn one day
That you are not the conductor
Not of the world,
Not of destiny,
And last of all not of me.
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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