i asked you questions with
answers i already know.
the window-cat licks at its fur
and wonders where we go.
we are pushing time around
like it's something we dont need
do you think i will follow you
wherever you may lead?
ask me no more questions
and i'll tell you no more lies
you've asked a lot of questions
and i've told you zero lies.
can you hear my apology?
when i tell you i am sorry for
writing words you cannot see
and becoming gradually unsure.
unsteady, don't fall over dear,
this isn't quite so terrifying
as watching b ombs fall ever near
and being forced into flying
i'm sorry. i fail you day by day
i fill up precious moments
with all the things i say.
i'm sorry. i fail you by the minute
in this puzzle, i try and force
this piece to fit.
.. i can't even throw together a decent poem.
i'm sorry i am such a child
that i am so erratic
i cannot seem to convince myself
that all is well, even after twelve
and that you can see me
through the attic.
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