ten thousand times
you repeat the line
mine is the lucky number
what is real what is true
just what we perceive
like the collective views
the sky is blue
a linear eccentric
quips from the hip
i never have but
she will soon
arc a phrase
tell a truth
perpetuate a lie
but right on time
the real is revealed
with the curve of your words
you bark at the moon
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
ten thousand times
you repeat the line
mine is the lucky number
what is real what is true
just what we perceive
like the collective views
the sky is blue
a linear eccentric
quips from the hip
i never have but
she will soon
arc a phrase
tell a truth
perpetuate a lie
but right on time
the real is revealed
with the curve of your words
you bark at the moon
truth lies perception reality
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