i know,

i know.

i know;

I know everything about nothing and nothing about anything.

I know that all people are currently facing what they would like to think is a misplacing of their love and the erasing of the boundaries between the delicate spacing of friend and foe, and i'm tracing what i know.

I know that life is a four letter organism that inhabits a station some call a wasteland and prey's from the tears of creation to the last delirious inhalation, Life Holds A Station.

I know the strawberries are in bloom but nothing grows in this room.

I know to let go is to grow but only because they told me so.....

They told me this and told me that Oh I know i can find a backbone ther but nothing lasts I do know it's bound to pass.

I know that there is no black or white but blue and green, Lilac and maroon, these are the tints shining through from midnight to noon and all seconds from me to you, I know there is a way to do all we desire without churning the mire and lighting the fire that waits for the sinners and liars when their eyes retire and bodies are left wanton.

I know we breath but they say the air carries the plague and millions of winged malaria soldiers.

GOD I know good and evil are on my shoulders they are the force called gravity grabbin me draggin me but there are many rabbits chasable in that you see.

I know the facets of love's tryannical cavities being adamently swallowed up endlessy. America I know youre the biggest drama queen of all but no need to fall apart at the seams, no need to crawl.

I know my paper-sliced finger has taught me more about life than i could pretend to learn from eternal mental strife. I know im the most unlikely butcher with a pen for a knife I'm the serial page slicer.

I know this line is one too many.

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