more dang for your duck

[greenredblack]

if that old saying is true, then my soul must be flooding

dreams affect the days they die for, so much so that the day feels a product of those dreams

a circle allows no entry
i circle a loud nothing
i'm perfectly capable of telling you ten ways to count to 0
but am utterly lost when you count on me

a certain sir can ascertain the length of a
vein to the heart of the plains
the red and white cells reflecting, blinding
dissecting, then binding, but moving, always
20 ways to count on time to take you
there. i swear, i'm circling the growth
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i replaced sheep with their laughter
adding up my exclusion, until
i was forced to fall into myself
and out of their late night

i started building, but
my blueprints turned red and
burned away...leaving blue ashes
a reminder

i continued, but my
sense of direction wasn't
worth a read script, or a
dog's scent, and the ups
fell down, the lefts turned
right, and i fell into
my sense of wrong

we learn from our failures
that careless crack is a nugget of knowledge
so what would you prefer? an empty mind, or a shattered house?