Sunday, August 20, 2017

secondhand/symbol.

censured the wayward, children &
women all growing shaded in suns
whose revolutions are sparkling,
so serenity bloom backwards this
anthology of time that recapitu-

lates itself for the perpetual &
mutual benefit of all present: i
feel like swinging--and ever go-
ing for the two--have convoluted
singing with james the bell, aum

the mathematics and philosophies
of impossible sculpture and poem
and i am seated, prone, laid out
like the corpse of myself, to be
viewed, and perhaps appreciated;

slightly incipient tendentiously
talking moved by the vibration i
could sense with my root, absorb
the moisture and draw it in like
a sight, it was the way eternity

appeared before it had been pop-
ular, so that makes me a hipster
in the ginsberg fold, and whence
the wolves? you cannot take away
my literature, and you can't in-

vent letters long enough to sway
us from the holy situations that
originate in the crown, and only
ever evolve strangeways.. music-
ally making novel the absolvers.

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