i may be maybe be
he
that which is
(and isn't)

both: that
or This

an i
and we

the center and th
e boundary

inseparately separate

physically meta

i wish i wish i
could
define
that thing that
i
call:

me

Hello my sweet friend.
It seems I have been asleep forever.
My eyes have been closed for numerous ages
And have not seen your heart.

Your heart is so bright and achingly beautiful
That I must go back to sleep
And turn away as to continue looking
Could pull me into places I am afraid to go.

I have seen you with my eyes closed
As you are in front of me.
Yet I have not seen you as you truly are
With my eyes and heart wide open.

This revelation strikes chords in my soul
That I never knew existed.
How could I have been so blind?

I must take leave of your heart's beauty
And find refuge in my sleep
As remaining here in this revelation
May change my destiny in such ways
As I am not prepared to see.

I wont be censored and I cant be stopped,
I'll be air brushed out and photoshopped.

Forgotten.

There's an energy in this youth,
Kids with blue and red hair,
The world is up for grabs,
but I wont see it,
I wont be there.

If the revolution came tonight would anybody care.

I was not codding
dear old Boss
when I gave you the tip,
you'll hear about
Saucy Jacky's
work tomorrow
double event this time
number one squealed a bit
couldn't finish straight off.

ha not the time to get ears for police.

thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again.

Jack the Ripper
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