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i was born at the heart of a ribbon jam       my analog pulse tap    tap       tapping out the lyrics of my fight song since day one india ink sludge blood has flowed      from my dog-earred heart           straight through to my ball-point fingertips my DNA lays in cursive wait      leaping from the pages         into the light at every aching plot twist card catalogued depictions       not of how events factually unfolded           but of how it seems they could have unravelled if this were a paperback i'd planned to read    and re-read alike but alas when the lights go out      that's it for this round           and i'll be down for the count           no matter how hard i fight but words... words know not death      solely evolution they change their shape    their time       their place a word can only fade      like aerosol on dust colored cinder a single word will outlive one hundred empires    one thousand governments       ten thousand authors and so    it's within articulation that my loyalty lay    and in my words that i'll find my home here in the lowercase swoops and loops    of the 'A's       and the 'E's       and the 'D's       and the 'G's ...and those little cursive 'Z's that hang just the same as mom's old hammock            yeah            home with every inhalation of stale inhabitation      i'll exhale a poem my regenerative reincarnation through catalytic creation
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC
the poet, the creator.
i was born at the heart of a ribbon jam       my analog pulse tap    tap       tapping out the lyrics of my fight song since day one india ink sludge blood has flowed      from my dog-earred heart           straight through to my ball-point fingertips my DNA lays in cursive wait      leaping from the pages         into the light at every aching plot twist card catalogued depictions       not of how events factually unfolded           but of how it seems they could have unravelled if this were a paperback i'd planned to read    and re-read alike but alas when the lights go out      that's it for this round           and i'll be down for the count           no matter how hard i fight but words... words know not death      solely evolution they change their shape    their time       their place a word can only fade      like aerosol on dust colored cinder a single word will outlive one hundred empires    one thousand governments       ten thousand authors and so    it's within articulation that my loyalty lay    and in my words that i'll find my home here in the lowercase swoops and loops    of the 'A's       and the 'E's       and the 'D's       and the 'G's ...and those little cursive 'Z's that hang just the same as mom's old hammock            yeah            home with every inhalation of stale inhabitation      i'll exhale a poem my regenerative reincarnation through catalytic creation
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC
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