Make light of particular discrepancies?
All stories, all songs:
repeatedly related, readily incarcerated
for purposes known
and steadfastly evaded.
I put a call in to the moon,
even left a message
(which I never do),
but I must have imagined
a previous conversation.
I've seen some serious indignation.
Regardless, he left me hanging
(which seems ironic),
so it's the cold shoulder for him,
at least while I sleep.
It's more fun in the Deep,
where conflicts and clashes
and flashes of sublimation
get cold and I
stubbornly see my body get old:
(some lies, some appearances)
(some art, some new valences).
-the ambassador
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