ten thousand times
you repeat the linemine is the lucky number
what is real what is true
just what we perceive
like the collective views
the sky is blue
a linear eccentric
quips from the hip
i never have but
she will soon
arc a phrase
tell a truth
perpetuate a lie
but right on time
the real is revealed
with the curve of your words
you bark at the moon
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