Impressions

Impressions my pen makes on paper beneath,

Expressions my face doesn’t know to read.

I see a fool offer advice,

Hollowed out-shallow vice.

I do more listening than talking these days,

I fill my mug with drip dream haze.

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I Will Follow the Lamb