being counted and proud

so I’m a living mass
relax
I’ve just chosen
my own rosery
down with the ground
without making sound
delved into depths
of a summer sunset
knowing my own role
runing my own show
not at six o’clock
when we get
our old news and we
tie our own shoes and we
know it’s all shame
playing fair games
until we win

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