I think
(inasmuch as I still think)
I've lost
(misappropriated or maybe mislaid)
my soul
(incorporeal sense of eternal self
beautiful knowledge of outside and inside
grounded. rounded. real and proud)
Between
(interstices abounding)
the living
(and making one and pretending to)
and the dying
(or the trying or the wishing)
there's nothing
()
-Omar
where were you when TSZ.BOB needed you?
-> Still, life: small, sad poem with parentheses
-> I think
-> (inasmuch as I still think)
-> I've lost
-> (misappropriated or maybe mislaid)
-> my soul
-> (incorporeal sense of eternal self
-> beautiful knowledge of outside and inside
-> grounded. rounded. real and proud)
-> Between
-> (interstices abounding)
-> the living
-> (and making one and pretending to)
-> and the dying
-> (or the trying or the wishing)
-> there's nothing
-> ()
Please stay.
xanthian.
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