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art is sabotage.

what are we really like, beneath
our own justification?
what rationale does one have
to corner the written word like water
or oil?
where do we stand outside the issues?
not within reach
but beyond?

“excuses excuses,
all you give me is excuses.”
then give me a reason.

a moment.
one that’s mine,
where fates entwine,
stars align!
a verbose grandeur
when you realize there is more than what you
simply perceive,

away from all that social paranoia and isolation
of memory
to other scripted scenes that play out
time and away
the same;

becoming his own man was the theme of that movie.

//jf 3.21.2021

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