What once was
Was once what…is
Left to dying by the will of authenticity
Leaves their message in a bottle floating across the ocean
never read
The assumptions of asses like you and me
And me guessing what old dead men thought
The pen wagging across the parchment
Rolled up in old whiskey bottles
The drunkard who threw told his tales through glass
reflections
Convection distorted through dusty shelves found as
something
All that you can do is believe in wakefulness of here and
now
The turning of the wave that makes it new
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