Gemeni boy
Both happy and sad
He mourns while dance
He chooses to be slow but can still be fast

He's a serious joke
A sad laugh
His future is in his past
Breaks easily but somehow last

When hes quite he speaks the loudest
He's self centered but modest
He tends to forget but has a good memory
His too many friends are his too many enemies.

unanimous
perfect
agreement

hands down
no argument

Countermelody
without the selfish back talk
point reinforcement

the Visionary
failing
falling

lost to
Deaf ears
not for
lack of
Volume

but out
of generic
disinterest

the Artist
flailing
calling

blind to
Deafinition
not for
lack of
Hunger

contrary
starving for
consummation

Hand in hand

The multitude
   A sacred harp

The gemeni
   One point by perspective

Souls  Synchronized

three bags on top of the pile of laundry in the cardboard box in my mind
for whatever reason, they each have at least one of my things.
I don't feel like putting them away.
I choose to drink lukewarm water
but refuse to wash the dishes right away.
oh well
I'll always remember this time as the time
I wrote the most