Captured in a breath or gasp
released in a sigh or crash
Amazed by a drop of dew
perplexed by precarious you.
Tortured by self failings
amused by the tortured's flailings
Flailing to amuse the crowd
Failing and remaining proud
Designs on life inspire strife
designing death with a metaphorical knife
Scrambling to get back to once when were
who was if I could then again purr
Confusing, you say, to me
I grin
Being the lost one free
again
except to perfect and just be
And the crow laughs
I smile, because not everyone can
laugh with me.
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