How absurd;

as if I ever paid

to do it.

But there's something to it,

letting it all hang

out of bounds,

out of whack,

out of sync,

out of sink,

the spillage

of irrational muse.

It tries to

put order to the happenstance;

haphazard rhymes

that just happen

dance themselves into

a meaning,

and then a melody

scrambles hurriedly

to be played

so the two can exchange


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