March 25, 2005

  • Amplify my mind and hear
    the rattles of my cage. 
    I cannot stay contained. 
    I'll whirl out,
    and flutter around your head.
    Dance, delicate and soft.
    Melodious and true.
    Then you'll want to hold Me. 
    Touch Me.
    Taste my songs.
    Absorb my hue.
    I can't let you. 
    You'll rub the magic dust off my wings,
    and then go wash your hands.

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mschif

What?

I AM still paranoid,
though reasons changed.
I'm paranoid that they'll figure out the language
and patterns of
me,
and I'll forget to rea
r r
ange.

Then I'll just be textbook.

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