Aphorism 57: You Cannot Fail at Being You
JOHN BLAIR
We cherish ourselves even to the bones / which like some mother’s rigid hangers / hold us to our lacquered shapes in the smug / dialetheia of am and briefly was until /
we come to our raveled ends everyone /
just taking up space until space takes us back
We cherish ourselves even to the bones / which like some mother’s rigid hangers / hold us to our lacquered shapes in the smug / dialetheia of am and briefly was until /
we come to our raveled ends everyone /
just taking up space until space takes us back
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