i write to much
about i
and myself
dissipate the word into a thousand more
and getting back
used
to my selfless self
and then again i could sing
about fish and elephants
and their careless naive trust
in the ever lively coloured thrust.
but nothing is too so
or too not
or too very or too sought
gold is another invention of our ailing glowing eyes secured by the sun
so, please, close your eyes
and see over the night
illusion shouldn't have stage fright
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