What’s to Understand?

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I’d no say

On the day I was born

Stars aligned

Hand of design

Drew me faintly

And fire burned

As water churned

The mystical notion

Of understanding

What I ask

Am I to know?

Seeds I sow

Break below

And prickly heat

Scratches away

Play

And no sense

Only pretence

Guides the parade

Voices made

I hear

Loud and clear

What I’m to say

Gestures I may

Introduce

To fit in

To win

But the day I was born

I mourned

The release

Of all this shit

For all I am loaned

Is known

In the passing breeze