As I fidget with the paperclip
My eyes run away from perception
I am spacing out, outer space
Holds a universe of things
It has no lines or bends
Like a paperclip has
Or like a sharp knife has,
A universe is before my eyes
And the lines of a paperclip
In an office somewhere
Are whirling like razor comets
Cutting apart everything that
Might have been in front of me
Had I not run from dream-like worlds
That no one else can see
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
As I fidget with the paperclip
My eyes run away from perception
I am spacing out, outer space
Holds a universe of things
It has no lines or bends
Like a paperclip has
Or like a sharp knife has,
A universe is before my eyes
And the lines of a paperclip
In an office somewhere
Are whirling like razor comets
Cutting apart everything that
Might have been in front of me
Had I not run from dream-like worlds
That no one else can see
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