U.F.O.
I want to blend as if never there
till you think that you’ve felt me
so that no-one can explain me
or exploit that thought or vision that held you
there’s a dead end twist to this science
an angular atmosphere
you’ll never enter
like some page of blocked out text
or a sphere of fucked up sounds
that you barely understand
or even try to
and I know if you connect the dots
I’ll still be that Unlovable Forgotten Other.
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