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Asymmetric
He's crashing into things, he's running the red light
He's talking unaware, he's watching his left right
He's not remembering, he's leaving at midnight
You better watch- where he's going
He's burning up the place, he's melting the tea pot
His screws are falling out, his angles are distraught
He leaves the door ajar, he bets on the long shot
He wears one sleeve up- one sleeve down
He has an asymmetric sense
(he's hearing code words)
He wears a curious countenence
(he's hearing code words)
He has a logic to dispense
(he's hearing code words)
He lives his own experience
(he's hearing code words)
He hates to be indoors, he needs to feel the air
He climbs upon the rocks, he talks when no one's there
He disappears for weeks, he doesn't go nowhere
He wanders around- in the rain
He has an asymmetric sense
(he's hearing code words)
He wears a curious countenence
(he's hearing code words)
He has a logic to dispense
(he's hearing code words)
He lives his own experience
(he's hearing code words)
copyright © 1997 Justine Kragen
This is a piece of historical fiction.
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