I
have always been on the outside
Casting
last words for someone to re-read.
You
are a changing being listening
Subject
and object of just such talking.
He
is the external eternal choice,
Critic
dividing not bad from so nice.
She
wishes it was all very other
Where
words again say it without bother.
We
listen for truth since first waking up
Know
when it flows and when it now must stop.
You
are the everyone not to be guessed,
Uncaring
at all through to closely glossed.
They
are future markets wanting a sign,
Downing
gone words standing the taste of time.
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