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I've been listening to a ton of Amanda Palmer, as of late, whether music or Audiobook, this is what spilled out of my mind, slightly influenced by the Beatles.

Ilsaborg Harket

Ilsaborg Harket, layed on the Carpet
Trying to feel the world spin,
Thought to herself, with books on the shelf.
If this was the ultimate sin.

And so she layed rasping, her breaths a gasping,
As the world turned as it does,
Feeling vibrations of Multiple nations,
The only reason she was because.

She felt then so silly, like her friend Billy
Who once tried the same as it goes
One thing is simple, like a giant pimple
A blemish that on the world grows

That your place on the world, however it unfurls,
Is not as set as you see
It's about point of perspective, and some are defective
Tell lies and get Pinocchio nose.

But one day it'll stop, like the hands on a clock,
Unwound the spring in its 'side
A change of the tide, by all shall abide
As the sun dies as it grows.

And all shall grow weary, this is not a theory
As life here dies,
Man time is time is short, without retort,
And no one is Lord of the flies.

Poetry by Graeme Sheridan
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Written on 2016-10-07 at 03:08