1183
29.iii.23
4.88
short
straw
or
chosen
the special thing is thinking you’re special
chosen, singled out
they broke the mould
you’re one of a tribe
it’s knowing that you’ve been
… given the treatment
you’re a survivor
others? not so
must have a cenotaph
I’m here today to tell
and you too
you’re reading this
you’re in on the secret
will you remember?
of course, you must
you’re special
it’s like with love
say ‘you’re the one’
or dangle thing between legs
that’s special
and especially so
up in the sky
we check the traps
for death
we have to be very particular
who else has been driven so far?
who else has the dread?
for great things
and a light cast on
it’s so so long since the beginning
still keeping count
go on till the end of days
you who were with me high
in the battle, cloud capped
glint of by rights
come home on a shield
and some vanished to air
what kept us?
it was that we were special
it’s a special thing
that kind of thinking
no, think again
that’s not special at all
it’s once upon a time
and somebody made this stuff up
went on to believe
it’s everyone has that
it’s just as I live and breathe
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