Asked about you

but no answers

still left with the question mark in my mouth

Often you seem to have

love returned to your eyes

unless I mistake your delusion for grandeur

Tottering I caress thoughts as they

exude, escape, and exonerate my mind

like little cerebral sappers

yanking synapses as they spark

Again I ask the question

Do you still have a soul?

Rebuttal, silence, all the same

et cetera, que cera, cera

No, not now, but next

And maybe again I can

laugh and relapse at once

12/15/2004

Author's Note: i'm so weird today

Posted on 12/15/2004
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