I've arrived,

By means of the seams.

It seems they worked up sleaves,

And fastened these arms

From everything in reach.

How do I cite this harmoniously,

Do I hitch it to some other's way through the mud?

Don't want to see you welcomed with a cartoon calm.

Out of the cave, waves roll on shore,

And dredge burrowed smiles borrowed,

From streets tomorrow...



Is my wisdom a reflection of a love of my reflection,

Like a fish flared, faced with a mirror?

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