To Spread Out and Have No Name.

I am contemplating all my faults

Arranging them in rows and columns

And then in wind storm decision

Promptly forgetting them

Slept since then and never more do I

Call upon the kings and queens to tell me I could really do better.

I run on sentences and letters quickly

Escape the fact that full stops matter

Avoiding rhymes and clear cut patterns

Three point one four one five nine

Two six five three five eight nine

Seven nine three two three eight four six.

I was never worth the time I spent

Defining myself and my clear cut corners

I want to spread out and have no name

And be enigmatic with charisma

But I can't in this city town village house room chair

So I'll spend more time waiting for the future crosshairs.

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