You don't believe me?
Good, you're still sane.
The touch of a feeling
Rubbing my comprehension
Roughly with a deep body message;
But within these depths
Is not the light,
and in that message
Is not the truth.
The cat killed curiosity
In spite of itself.
For it is a virus that needs a host.
Even a surgoen could not find
This script.
A gang of insecurites and
Awkward childhood memories
Have buried it in the backyard
Of a house that used to be,
But is now a burial ground
Of rugid failures and sharp mistakes.
Thus the search for such a note
Would be one's own masochistic undoing;
And when done is done
You will realize that I spoke the truth,
And you will remember
That you were insane.
Author notes
Not sure, I dont even know if there will be a another...maybe...yes, yes I've found it,
right here: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5295829
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