I am lazy.
Not saying lazy people write poetry better, but we tend to think of the easiest way to crunch something into meaning. This often helps to break free from the normal ties with language. And that miracle is a poem.
Tear (flow down / and scratch) my cheek
do not mark my (sorrow / rage) in this act
misdirection is the (intention / result). did
you (feel / notice) the pauses in your brain?
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