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Jul 2013
.                                                                ­                                                                 ­                         Excuse me,
                                                                ­                                                                 ­   What have you got there
                                                           ­                                                                 ­               That could pass time
                                                            ­                                                                 ­   On this drudging subway?

Well.
I stack the plays like baseball
              and wait
For more words to fall
                         It
                                       Doesn’t
            Take too many squares
                       Because
You will never see them all.
     My hints are already here
     Your count and a little more care-

                                                          ­                                                                 ­  Oh, hold on- there is no way
                                                             ­                                                                 ­   I could keep up with what
                                                            ­                                                                 You say, though this rhythm
                                                          ­                                                                I­s contagious.  How could you
                                                             ­                                                                 ­            Possibly defer to me?

             Simply concentrate your stare
                          From the velvet in your heart
                                       And fill in gaps from the start.
You have read them through
                                       And looked around
There is no need
            To feel confound
                         Ment to be found
           However,
Most                 importantly,

                     ­                                                 Discovered.

                                                    ­                                                                 ­                        Well, I am not blind
                                                           ­                                                                 ­            I must admit but your
                                                            ­                                                             “Simply” is not simple, one bit
                                                             ­                                                                 ­          So I do know of music
                                                           ­                                                                 ­             And the brevity of art
                                                             ­                                                                 ­        But what could happen
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                When we part? Am I
                                                               ­                                                                 ­          To find another mind
                                                            ­                                                                 ­                      Of your kind to
                                                                ­                                                    Progress this text now unfolding?

             Nonsense my friendling!
Adventure is yourself
                                      And so many places!
        That
        Linger
        And wait
        Spinning
                         On all every abandoned shelf.
Though I am not of the scent yet,
You can follow those sages,
We keep our promise Upon these pages.
                         To one day unravel
                                         These
                                               Tempestuous
                                 ­   Ages                                                          ­                                                                 ­       .
Written by
Zero the Lyric  California Venice Beach
(California Venice Beach)   
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