Disappearing Boy

Life comes as a weed,
clogging my garden,
swelling a gnarl of error

and soon I am wrong,
distorted with angles
and knots that can no longer be sorted.

Innocent irresistible boy,
I can charm
the spit from the snake.

When I get untangled
I am still who I once was,
not what I've become.

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