The greatest form of flattery an
insult to the originallity
if-
and only if-
the sun will rise on the twenty-
first
day Complicating -
the interjection hurt through the
bloodied ear
away, away
so leave it for it
cannot hear those - sounds they do though
they have the perception of man-
in-the-moon Marigolds New
time re
growth re
new re
tell re
be as it were a challenge
cutting through butter like
a knife in water
the weakest link in the
chain of sympathetic gestures
which -
though not felt
became part of the whole in
the THINK of things
R I G I D
were the ties that bound the
broken body to the
soul again-
the child cried
'twas lifted through a garden
of the most convenient kind
NOT necessary was the Rain in Spain
that stayed in the plain...or was it better
- the plane? Yes! no matter they
never saw me anyway hiding
there
there
-in the eye of the
storm, there
-where the strongest winds
cease to blow and the
clamness is deafeningly sick
to my stomach
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