And so full of memory
What did I lose by improving
What did I give up for better taste
How did you uproot my sunrise cartoons
How did you sour my art
Authenticity? I never had it
I had soul
Quivering behind a translucent face
I felt good
Rolling over rolling over rolling over into the next
Up before dawn
What's my location
I can't find my tether
I've drifted into space, out to sea, whatever
Swallowing each day whole from a bottomless empty cup
The illusion of a God, the illusion of a me
Dad cut off the lowest seven branches of the tree
A gap in the continuum; a goodbye
Returning feels like leaving again
You feel me
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