Poem Number 19483

pulsar pulsation, striptease streation

The beating of the heart
may be represented by a wave-like graph.
Yes, I know it's more like peaks,
but if you scale down enough,
it can be waves.
And I am a man who scales down very comfortably, thank you.

So this kind of wave pattern represents life,
yet also could be goaded into describing a manic depressive.
I was diagnosed by OCD yesterday, he says that I have -
you see? There is something wrong with the sentence,

And I am surely a man with not just broken sentences, but all tenses sent broken.

My biography used to be about
the greatest man in the world.
That wasn't just being clever,
or sarcastic. I was being serious.

Now, new arrangements are being made. There is a working draft:

"Mr X (lest he be named and incite that cute jealousy and anger from peepull), was one of the more colorful characters from the early Jazz
scene of the 1900s.

Many of the older musicians remember X just jumping into their sessions,
grinding and doing 'his shit', not really to anybody's benefit or
even amusement, but simply their strange horror. Like the feeling that
a string is being pulled from your ear, and along with it, every
neuron you have in there.

Thankfully, history leaves us with a more complete notion of time,
and the ability to speak of things as though they are in the past.
That is purpose of this narrative."

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