Adrift in a lake of lost hope

Like late night talk shows

I spoke of what’s not known

My heart is unwritten

Like pages of half notes

This much I do know

An intermittent stop and go

An interstellar broken poet

Cosmic words dark and stormed

Symphonic parts of tiny wholes

A collective dissonant mission

Within this ocean of quotients

Ticking the fate of bold goals

Like Cohen I’m ready my lord

I’ll face the insides of my own

Lest I become this maddening sea

From which I long to be shored


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