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i’d wish for happiness but
my soul’s too heavy to jump for joy. it
stares through windows
types in small caps
dreams through stained glass and in porcelain houses

it seeks meaning, and finds nothing but a trace
a trace like a number trail
trail and error, trial and error. trial
and error. trial and rinse and repeat and error.
error era. too err to err is to be human.
trial and error. aiming and missing, repeating and shooting
numbers like arrows. from the clock
to the keyboard to the phone’s screen
warmly hugging the dark like a dying candle’s flame.
lame.

i think i’ve lost my way through
trial and error. i’ve lost the trail.

to quote a song, there are many things I would
like to say to you but I don’t know how.
I don’t (want to) believe anybody feels the way I do about you now
but someone tells me otherwise. wise other, spin me
a tale of sinful silence and longing. trial by fire, trial
by error, trial and error. trial. trail.

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