Sunday, November 12, 2017

university/park.

arcanist dignity, combine us the
flavorless, odorless, tasteless,
colourless elixir of life! rowed
and bower, prepare for prayer my
big, strong hands.. that i may &

am, withdrawing the embarrassing
revved motoric meteora while the
play drags and stutters, all the
better to insist itself forsaken
and tickle our scalps with magic

like creativities, bursting into
the scene with entrance, as if i
didn't mention dramatic flair, o
grace strum and stun me so fine,
and so that i've been incumbent;

nonaggressional pact, commenting
upon, such as the weather or the
storm in a teacup or a ship in a
bottle, mastery made us this way
and who am i to confront himself

given the recalcitrant impulse a
forever ago, signed-- lullabies,
marxism, and bruxism? when faced
thus fair, is it far? sometimes,
yes it just happens fortuitously

like a furious and reclining new
style, fourier the fantastic law
that digitally processes, yet we
may also extract: like the eggs,
like the trees beneath the seas.

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