How do you know? Maybe you are.
it was made of mercury
it would come together later piece by piece.
Keeping my feet on the ground, I'm trying
These thoughts are in the clouds, I'm dying.
But you look good when you wear it well,
White T, disheveled hair and eyes open,
Laughing, lingering and unspoken.
It's not inertia I'm trying to sell.
Relentless curiosity that transpires.
This may,
But it hasn't.
How do you know? Maybe you are.
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