lately, i've been losing my grip on the world.
my feet are beginning to slip on the world.
Thales' head was bent to otherworldly things.
he fell to his death when he tripped on the world.
perhaps i haven't yet fallen to my doom
(though i've bled and broken my lip on the world)
beneath the moon i am walking Thales' path.
from here, that hole looks but a dip on the world.
the hole is a grave, the grave is a ladder.
i must wrestle and break my hip on the world.
i'll ransom an angel to gain God's good will.
i'll parley with a witty quip on the world.
every limping footstep is a passport stamp
i'm leaving my citizenship on the world.
i am walking, with words, through the path, through the hole
i'll leave a turn of phrase to flip on the world.
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