I am made of gibberish
Gibberish cells
Gibberish tissues
Gibberish particles
Gibberish ideas
Gibberish tastes;
It began with me breathing in gibberish,
The way one drinks in reality –
Hesitantly, hesitantly,
Inevitably.
Now I have been named gibberish names
Clothed in gibberish drapes
I speak a gibberish tongue
Draw gibberish on my palms.
See they say to leave you gotta get lost
So I got lost in gibberish the way one gets lost in reality –
Willingly, willingly,
Inevitably.
Marooned in a world of symmetry,
Of rhyme and parabolas, of directions and rulers
Gibberish became my raft to reach nowhere land –
Which does not exist but exists in its non-existence
The way gibberish exists in my existence,
(Seeping through all the pores of my being)
But somehow the world says is non-existent.
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