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Evan Wilcox Poem
Of gold and silver, what can you drink?
Of flesh and bone, how do you think?
Of tongue and lung, what makes you say?
Of air and brass, why can you play?
What makes you, you, and I myself?
What writes the books upon the shelf?
Surely not the fingers hanging loosely from the hand.
Or even the tender mush inside the head of man.
Who's to say what really lies behind
The mystery of human mind.
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Liquid sand invites eyes through
Painted sky was chosen blue
Don't you care no one cares for you?
Cares for who?
I'm sand and blue.
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Evan Wilcox Poem
So vain
Time laughs at you.
So small
Stars clap for you.
So important
No we've never seen.
So esteemed
How good for you.
So full of pride
Ground welcomes you.
So glorified
One to your two.
So bastardized
Time turned on you.
So finalized
Flame burns for you.
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Don't you see what you'll be?
What is possible
Set you free.
When doubt runs the game
The days are the same
Fix on a worry
Pass off the blame.
Can't you see what king you are?
Stepped from your kingdom
Once too far.
When the crow flies by night
You're lost in your way
You sell off your crown
With the things that you say.
What you'll be is gone
Writing in stone.
What you'll be is gone
When day is done.
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Evan Wilcox Poem
The steps that we take
Carve into our lives.
The choices we make
Once always are tried.
We came from the dark
We came from the cold.
We learn what you teach
We do as we're told.
The morning breeze stirs
The thoughts of my mind.
Monotony fills my
Head with its chime.
And I don't feel scared
When I think about dying.
But this is my season
This is my time...
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