Late late

Late late

A Poem by lackluster

experimental free flow

(simply off the top)
why did you get your name

Something in depth 
Up to the middle and name my child.
there will be special declarations.
some I remember more simple, and others not at all. I am fragmented memories that I can't seem to piece together. 
peace together my soul.
Piece together myself without wasting space.
Middle where the Jack-in-the-Box like raven drops 
looking for a new sense of being.  

So answer a question with a question again.
Why did you get your name?

© 2011 lackluster

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Added on August 13, 2011
Last Updated on August 13, 2011




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