My narrator,
With his guitar swell voice,
Has been around more often
This past week.
His tone gives
No insight into his
Feelings on my predicaments.
Is he sympathetic?
Or does he chuckle
When I look up at the ceiling?
Perhaps he smirks as I sit
Writing this.
Somewhere over the
Brick Rainbow my narr-
ator Sits, bees buzzing around him.
He reads my book,
My
Bible With
A Shattered
Lense.
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