with me
at a peace
come walking, wait
the Slow Sun dips
below a horizon
imagined
as
the blued-colors flood
your
rising skin
let
it seem as all it
has ever
seemed
to be
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unlikely Hero
idea-saturated economies
overwhelmed internal mechanism
capricious emotional response
i think i’m ready
to disappear
seriously dreaming
where was i going
to be
in all of this(?
too much
&battling that wagered statement
:a “giving up”
knowing i will rise again to kill
the despot, feed him&
twart the revolitionary.This
is My tail-chasing circle
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Something borrowed
by whichever avenues
met&
in that expense,extravagant
;a compromise
went not a frugal reason
lifted beyond the means of reality
by a romance felt
&now all are as strangers
to that singular
,interior space
asking that poor of poor
might charity, well
take this lozenge
what ill it will heal
beggar
& be bothersome about its
meaning
“is it not given freely’?(
…)what difference actual generosity
“were you not taken by need,
so asked”)?
it is no filthier now
than we are takers
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Pioneer
depending on need
the wilderness
moves
permitting such geometries
as our
immalleable right-angle
approach
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from the parapet
in defense of misfortune
argue obvious
foundations of sand
do this; make ready
the sacrifice
&defend
-there will be nothing
spoken of victory in
either event
a gainless memorial
of choice holding a doorway
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formulae for time
the worst of it
is the going, after
&a transplant
retain’d memories with
of
left-behind limbs
testament to struggle
find me now this vial!
slender trapping
to dispel
&
be otherwise dispossessed
externality
not withering, will be
or a fading such
&
lengthening of night
no.
it will be we”
sat in the drum
upbraiding racket
caught by the cookie-jar
insane-ly
&
irrelevant
going before
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mulberry bushes
a piece of it gets inside
&You are a believer
making gestures for sentiments
following collision
)tender parts heal
as well as intentions, yet
“sometimes things happen for a reason(
&if
are altered, Not ended
what comes then of
that
person exchanged
what of collisions romantic
the same, non? there is wreckage
tendernesses
e n d i n g s
but this
is not tragic
it is
explained
everyone, become platonic fishermen! with
their descriptions
&
cynical. you will find it
where you left it waiting
for
a
decision
who, what
are, is a possession does
not need to belong, it is
&
as its nature; a cage
to a finale
commensurate ash hoped
to be more than measurable distinction
somehow
just a bit of the Great Wisdom
ours
&
ours
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