This word
could be so many others
but somehow
it managed to survive
beyond these times
and through these spaces
to end up right here
waving at you with the colors
leftover from its lightwave feast
just trying to speak to you
maybe give you a penny or two
tryin to find an excuse
to keep on wavin at you
cuz you are all these words need to feel alive
to be alive
for a moment or two, while you surge life through these corridors
of surgical scribbles, saying less than they want to be
being less than they ought to be
possibly
I'm just lost in these
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