Everyone has a past life,
It's just a different past life---
you said you liked me for our differences,
but you said a lot of things [in the past]
that you don't say now
When did we die, you and me?
When did we start hearing static, bad static, worse than white noise---
in our ears, and in our innards?
When we started questioning our questioning
and when we stopped playing for keeps
when we became losers,
losers who weep
when we were deaf to demise
and when we laid idly by those mistaken idols
and when we were misled, displaced even, by deceptive demagoguery
that's when
not today,
then,
How?
now,
a
day---
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