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[calavera_kid]

i'm a stray
i am a stray
you are me here,
and i am a stray
shred of intelligence-
shred of paper-
shred of you,
and you are me. here
i am a stray.
apostrophizing what
a prophet cannot,
syllabizing what
will never be broken
by the words of you
or me or all sorts
of poets.
it comes in waves,
but i've said that before.
before things were
segmented into pasts
and what we have now
or what we don't have
three days from tomorrow.
it leaves in waves too.
i don't think i've said that
yet. notes are still notes
when they are divided
non-congruently on carpet
or hardwood floors.
it doesn't really matter
to you and you are me.
i don't mean for that to sound
ridiculous but it just is.

"spiritual this body"
you say?
"yet you claim no spirit to save.
so how could you possibly care,
or worry?"

"it just sounds nice,
being saved."