I can't tell if it's the year, or if
it's just tonight,
But the corners keep coming, too fast
and too blind.
I don't have the heart and can't summon
the mind
To tell if I'm wrong or I'm lost or I'm
right
In this pacing and plotting and leaving
behind.
I just can't help but see, and then
can't help but smile
All these ghosts at my elbow, in the
corner of my eye.
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