Maestro II

 

The word confusion can’t

be confused, as in:

surrounded by confusion,

(though better as a poet:

I myself am sin:

 

                         O! I

                                 myself

                      am sin!

 

The mother (not the one

you know) waits

as the line of people

for the ferry

grows.

 

They talk. Enjoy

confusion,

like the mother;

act as if these people

had the sort of lives

you’d like to know.

 

                         O! I

                                 myself

                      am sin!

 

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