Explain to me the imagined self.
Is blood thicker than water?
Maybe I am thicker still.
Paint a picture of progress and watch the colors run.
Is theory all there is?
No, but yes.
Yes, maybe yes.
The cog in my wheelhouse cranks on.
Am I dutiful enough?
Maybe time was the talent all along.
Fancy fitful failings and the sinking of
conscience.
Mutter this again,
one last time.
I am more
I ammore
iammore
By Kallen Mohr