POEM: From God Slips To My Years

Here is yet another poem about the of writing , or transcribing them from a .

From Slips To My Years

In what manor
May we discuss the whether
A or a stenographer
In plaque-able quest in
Without compare
Those moments that sustain me
From slips
To my years
On lookers
On occasion see
As putting on
Lipstick on a pig
This dyslexic DOG
That
I AM
What might
We make
Of such posed
Parently speaking
In tongues in chic
I can only note
I witness
Each and every won
Blissfully unaware
Of how
We
in hundreds of languages
Or passably just
One
That we cannot no
Long the weigh
fully
Mirrorly
A diction
Of sum kind

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