i don't usually start with a concept i start
with minutia i get lost in the momentary
ticktock ticktock ticktock the small talk of daydreaming
a stream of conscientious objection to order
i am on the border of course
off course
and so wandering i wish on stars
chase cars and tails (i was a dog in another life)
i smell the world the scent of sentient so so
all yes and maybe no
is that who i think it is you there
who goes where
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