I had a dream that a man with black fingernails, a red scarf, and a silky top hat, shuffled my life into a deck of cards. Looming over me, fanned them out, asking me to pick a card. And on the card my life was reflected, shown in reverse, and shiny in its detail.
Well, it was my dream. It's supposed to be about me.
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The Flying Ship
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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