People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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I’m going to write the most brilliant verse
because I have absolutely nothing to say.
I bet you’ve felt that way some mornings,
a giant ewer with no water inside of you.
Where does the water of life disappear to
on days you are certain your vessel’s full?
Does it fly away into space, evaporated in
drops, misting as they fall from my eyes?
I see no sign of moisture on the pavement.
The sky is cloudless, full of blue thought.
True dreams, magic schemes, rot memes
leave me desert dry, without any dessert.
For aren’t words the cherry on top of the
whipped cream, whirled or whorled by me
to convey to you my world. What I covet,
which I would give you with no thought.
And somehow, I’ve come back to the start.
where I pour the brilliance of my nothing
in the eye of your I, then into your mind.
From there, I hope it will reach your hear
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