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Lyrical Confessions
Crossed out lines,
Made song,
And silence in two strokes,
A thought caught in that whirl
of doubt and debris
And wheel spokes
From the shattered wagon cogs
Of cognitive function.
And when my lyrical sins are forgiven
Only then will my shoulders bear fruit,
Not like the hamfisted rhymes
of that unpoetic brute,
Who was me in my pre history,
Before you and me.
Made song,
And silence in two strokes,
A thought caught in that whirl
of doubt and debris
And wheel spokes
From the shattered wagon cogs
Of cognitive function.
And when my lyrical sins are forgiven
Only then will my shoulders bear fruit,
Not like the hamfisted rhymes
of that unpoetic brute,
Who was me in my pre history,
Before you and me.
Published 23rd Jun 2017
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