Sentience, is a singularity
like an Agave it greets death
with a spectacle as if to say
— This world is not for me.
Am I not a singular?
Am I not a person?
I pass myself as one, but
— I do not belong.
Darling, sanity
Sweet sweet, sanity
Pick your stones, arrest your hopes in them
— I will not by by you.
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