The things I dare not say I said
once, in daze immersed,
things about my life, dispersed
like wind-blown leaves around my head.
I'm told that strangeness breeds my tongue,
the rhythm's wrong, improper pause,
- the fine print woven in each clause
is silent notes, and silence in my song.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts, for I
struggle for sense in dreams
- struggle for dreams in life, it seems
-and end it with a sigh...
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