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660
2.295
deeply and far
the inward is
self vasting
fly by ring in
go to a word
and you’re under
tinker up
prosthetic peekaboo
giraffery helvetica
fonts flown of
workhorse trudge
if I go back into the
book
some mirth bliss thus
and guess again
(ours a world of)
as in the whisper whim
of where
distant in tribe fidget
too
a girly face in type
or shout
scribe with my little
quickly to nowhere
can’t remember
intensely was
there’s always a song
in the ink
and light a certain
cast
missing mark
each arrow is a rocket
thrust
a grief of much to fill
and spill
the all ways in my
ringing head
as from a well depth
or otherworldly who we
are
dark caveats
connubial
plucked out of air
the page on trust
a quote unquote sayso
a flipping on its head
sky no less sacred now
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