Rented room in my skull
My mind is a ball of rubber bands
Assembled by a child
With the strength of adult hands
I shoot ideas that leave
Small welts on your face
Mostly on your eyes and lips
And all points in between
You are surprised at the moments chosen
You know the tenacity of some children
When it comes to complication
As you dig deeper you find
A foil ball in the center
Wrapped around
The blind splendor
Of intentions
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this is nice - i like it...very emotive. cool piece, ian.
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