secret cause

just mike fucking around, that's what mike does and thus becomes


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the subject of this poem is me
as is the object and verb
i miked myself into myself
from nothing i became me
the rest is all squiggles and giggles
i’m glad you all became too
we urge ourselves along,
make the moon rise,
make friends, love, self-extinguish
the secret referee within knows
when to count us out of the game