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Fool's Transformation [Writings from My Former Self; No. 1]
"Oh...
What a mess,
What a mess,
What a mess in my mind!
I regress,
I digress,
I confess that I'm blind."
And consigned
to be blind,
I designed to find rest.
I've refined,
And I bind
my whole mind in contest
Of torn seams
And dead dreams,
for it seems so I die.
"As a rule,
Thought is cruel,"
Doth the fool testify.
What a mess,
What a mess,
What a mess in my mind!
I regress,
I digress,
I confess that I'm blind."
And consigned
to be blind,
I designed to find rest.
I've refined,
And I bind
my whole mind in contest
Of torn seams
And dead dreams,
for it seems so I die.
"As a rule,
Thought is cruel,"
Doth the fool testify.
Published 10th Sep 2014
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