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Let's See Now

aberrational reckonings and mood ring prophetic's

By BrenPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

i had an idea and i forgot it

and then...i became distracted

my lines of light refracted

the thought that i forgot was mentally redacted

and now i’ve got nothing

nothing save ill tidings aplenty

all in the drop of a single fake penny

i’m wading through all of this shit

i’m dragging me back dragging me down

again and again and again

like some brain dead numpty clown

i count my lines in the mirror

the coffee hot the morning slow

i wasn’t supposed to be like this

it wasn't supposed to show

nothing save a dose of medicinal contempt

completely and utterly

fuckin bitter

oh yeah

oh sure

for real

all right

i come with the wind

i come with the light

as i wage my wars

in a reserved homely silence

abating deflating

each deafening violence

a tightening of the lightning

a frightening blush of brightening

i went bush and came back

somewhere off the beaten track

i was lost until i found

a little part of myself

i was lost until i found

some flat reminders

i was lost until i found

the many skins i had to shed

i was lost until i found

the many if's inside my head

i was lost until i found out

…that i meant it

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Bren

“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me

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    Written by Bren