Saturday, September 29, 2012

(PS: Schrodinger's cat on the loose? :P)

Bubbling out of you
the white that diminishes the previous
the white that is an envelope
covers you
uncovers you
you chasm to a brittle ground
and you must keep changing
to know what's true
nothing you know is true
cause you are all brittle, unknown, fickle
all the games you make
you make but don't follow
you say but you don't like
anything enough
you wonder whether you are
to yourself
what you hold on to
neither nature nor nurture

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