I was the last of my kind,
kind of. Latitude
stolen from the brain
gives me the rights to my mind,
so my attitude
can be false and vain,
also, and true. We are blind,
but this platitude
doesn't tell the main:
difference is all that we find.
Hear with gratitude;
sameness isn't sane.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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