…I will be. Sometime. Somewhere. One day. Maybe. Not here.
Of physical dimensions devoid. And bifocals are no more.
I will be. To be. An honest one
In the alleys. In the dark. To emerge from within. In days to come.
To be. Me. Finally. Some future time
No longer to hide. Beneath the guise of a smile no more
No engineer is ever a writer
Seldom do engineers engineer prose or poetry
JB--JB--I invoke thee.
Just a sip of thee
For me. The dishonest one. Now. Here. Presently
In the future. An honest one I shall be.
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