Having surgically dislocated
my soul
to a place like a rib
spanning heart and mind,
I find a much looser & locked
control. I adjust
by notch
to recalibrate fine,
and I find I can feel
and value and mean
just as feeling and being
as I mean to be. From well
to good, I tune in mean aim,
and if that's too bad? Well,
I'm kind of
glad
you
said something!
'Cause that's all my
fault, when I do or say
something I didn't mean
to be.
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