Final Exams

Not just another bee from the hive
This one never stung so sweet
Like rare notes that manage to bend bars
From pages that never sung so sweet
Burning notes I wrote
Down to the acrid truth
Of logic's inertia, acid
Left some form of smooth foam
That blew from my palm in the winter sun

Subconscious cloverleafs, not the lucky kind
Keep me colliding into myself
Atoms with an isotope
Snowflakes make imposing slopes
Objects in devotion tend to stay in motion
And objects on a mission tend to end in fission

Smash it all

Break it down

Particles mingling, mixing, dancing

Odd man out

The wallflower of the world

Scribble your way through

That's how you show them

That's how you show them all

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