If I were a planet
I’d have a hollow core
Crepuscular in odyssey
I’d drift aimlessly
Ricocheting against
Invisible labyrinths
No matter how
Fastidious the design
Fate always bends
Toward entropy
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If I were a landscape
I’d have a muddied surface
From hoards of unshod feet
Trampling my potential
Into self-serving affectations
Impatience and convenience
Always trump conservation
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If I were a house
I’d be uninhabited
Save for death
Which preys
Even as it sows
Transience being
Indiscriminate
In its undertaking
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If I were a man
Praise would not terminate
My sense of omission
I’d hunt egregiously
From stolen parcels
And assign contrast
I am good
Therefore,
Other is bad
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