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what do they think of me?
these
others of my track
who
scatter once a whiff
my
kind have form
for
guessing hearts
out
of a wilderness
wishes
lie heavy
in
every encounter
voices
thrown to them
like
crumbs
toil
like lab rats
to
crack the code
their
kind
outlive our words
I love the lines 'toil like lab rats to crack the code'. Is this poem about the poets on 365+1?
ReplyDeleteAs usual, some truth in your lines and a biting tone and energy! ... yes again and alas but .... many "wishes lie heavy in every encounter" ...
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