Detaching.

I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Luck must be, passed these lips

Hand over fist

Upon shoulders, compact disks

Reality objectified

Shameless fits of leather & lace

Formatting time to suit

Tailor made bargains

What’s apparent, stokes equation hides

Well fed apologies

Digging holes to jump through

All it took was one rabbit to undue

Lasso or noose

Detaching greens & blues

I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Forming the sky

Hooking loops

Red handed let loose

Earmarked profits howl too

Space emergence now

Recommending, who are you?

Known to suffer

Perhaps stage a coup

I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Your world and mine

Remembering all depends on the view

Emptying alters and formulating clue

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