Here Is…
A ballerina that will practice and practice,
But never perform,
A homeless architect
I tried to distill, tried to define,
Christen something, make it mine
Once named it can”’’t escape
Here is…
Here is…
I peel away, but will never find,
There’s always another layer behind
So try not to credit or disbelieve,
I’m an angel, saint, liar and thief
The hands of a clock,
Detatched from the face
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