You Found Me

You found me
On the crisp rise and fall of words
You haven’t heard
A kind of kindness emanates
And a love for almost anyone
You found me
On the pattern of dreams lies and truths
A bipedal
Everything thought in twos
You found me
A dreamer and scientist and anti-god
Dancing coldly on the corpse of a Santa Claus
And tooth fairy
Moving words like furniture
Until weary

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