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tarnish
it's a clear day, but I can't see
the answer, inside
of me
the sky is blue
and directionless, just like
You
and stagnant at that
but not generic
are the precious few
made on
a different mold
follow the herd, decide
to
confide, in
the great
compromise
oh, Ignorance
oh, Joy
so it goes,
erroneous axiom
indeed
apocryphal rectitude
necessary
to get, bye
some float
like clouds, on vacuous
achievements
and
monumental insignificance
chasing futile futures
thinking they will grow, old
sometimes
they don't
but for one small tarnish
on dulled chrome
it would be sold as silver, the story
my own
