half is here the other half
is somewhere else
is somewhere else
isn't that they way things go
though you always figured
we'd be full
but time cuts us in half
days cut more slices
i tally the score
it halves the half
and sometimes more
but on the other hand
my brain is full
stuffed through busting
at the seams
i should let it
all hang out
fill all my fictional halfs
and imagined strain
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