I lost my way again
that’s why I can’t stop laughing
discovering items that may or may not
belong to me, or otherwise fit
not like an addict wearing a necktie
or a beast with a busted bone
like smoke, without specific intention
but with allegiance to form
I try so hard to mean what I say
to be inside my words
my songs carry across waves
I play with sound, I feel meanings
beads are strung into lines
that I wear to remember things
this is the truth, maybe
or maybe wind is my author
a hollow tree singing to me
my dna getting a good idea
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