In A Different State Of Affairs
Days he breathed his words of worth,
beyond his measured existence,
he is not negatives of a photograph
but proofs of his true presence.
He filters through sunlit trees, bent
every way for an unspecified,
While others are statuesque and
true, still he is prescribed.
He sees a desk, there'd be
a missing book, he combed
a tattered mind,...
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