it has taken me a thousand years to get here
you haven't read my biography
but you have witness its source
you haven't felt my pulse to see how I am alive.
instead you want to behold my tears
so
i am deceptive
duplicitous
i am wrong
but i have arrived at that state
i got in your car--
heedlessly
and you drove me there.
And you stare at me.
You needed me here,
you couldn't wait.
It is familiar.
Again i am double dealing
and it is familiar to you
and even just a little comfortable.
while I have laid out a map to be explored--each city available.
what work have you done?
other than architect this trip to the conventional where hypocrisy is the mayor.
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