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::: Sample Sized Life :::

Little square life with a toothpick flag
Whose ambition was this toe tag

Voices from the fountain can’t tell me
And the river holds no key

Wisdom brings an audience of fools
Broken genius and a yoke of rules

Whose life is running from the dark
A run-on life with exclamation mark

This banshee from the debris
Yells my name like it knows me

The tender footed feeling every stone
The tender hearted feeling all alone

Van Gogh’s ear in a jar on the shelf
Says I need a hobby like cutting myself

I want to cut my shadow free
And let it run back into the night

But, this banshee from the debris
Yells my name, like it knows me

Written by: ~ Blind Pathos