Route 7 Review - Page 82

Emily’s Ghost Machine David Anthony Sam i am nobody so you can misread letters randomed words fall of musty dictionary i am no one or two or trinity zeroed before decimal point or after all where minimal i am not this or that nor noun nor name so easily returned without comment i am not placed in certainty or misplaced in doubt but lost between i have nothing new but what is borrowed stolen worn as rags motley fooled i envy you who fall out these cracks into bright light for i have shadows for i am shadows this in contrast left to beg for space where not allowed i am no one to sing of nothing but make these mumbles assonant to life i am nobody to ask if you wear my anonymity as saving grace