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Mimic me
in sounds I can’t speak,
fractures in faces, rotting physiques,
physics, photons, notions: they leak,
beyond the peaking reach of my seize,
I understand that understanding-
Is like a wave in the majestic sea -
breaching fluid by the moons magnet..
over the nights doled breeze,
Then what carries my use of this soul-
bundled up like a scroll,
etched on an obelisk pole,
the cold cartouche banners like stars,
In the fists of Zeus. Footsteps on mars.
Intertia,gravity,tragedy,drama and farce,
a telegraphed play but who’s in charge..

Response...

Mimic me
in sounds you can't hear,
facing crowds of faces..
in crowded places faced without fear.
speaking with no air,
across distances unknown,
alone like telepathy,
cloned with no tone.
matching your moves like slow tunes,
previewing your mood like it's 5 o'clock news,
like I knew when you knew,
for me nothing new, but for you it's no clue.
Mimic you
I mimic true,
but to learn not conform,
from the dialect to the way I dress,
to the very attitude which I adorn.
there is no aspect of which I've missed,
no shed of evidence,
of the countless time I've spent,
on this relentless trivial pursuit of happiness.
but I digress.. because even yet,
I'm still not you,
I'm just me,
and I'll always be just that.


Nice post.. btw.

respect, dope drop.