you say you can’t understand
how I sit still as the day is long
staring at the stage, paper crisp
pens dancing along the lines
scratching a message, maybe a song

i say, maybe your mouth is tired
maybe this connection is wired,
for a failure
i will send a sailor for your guide
to help you tailor the seams of
this paper fence

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