1475
5.14
14.i.24
how far will I fail
today?
for wise surprise
until the
telling of the rain
a kookaburra
quip
and leafing
through these trees
translated
to keep up
make time
as far as
unsleep
and if I throw
the question
by terminal
velocity
off of this
great cliff I’ve built
against all
expectation
just as far
as I’m concerned
fodder and
fallow
how will I fail?
the trail
before me followed
nor may we
invent
dizzying
weather too
must
misrepresent
surrounded
with world
as sure as we
are
a little slip
a bloodrush
misdigestion
these riches
for embarrassment
stand alone
in such socks to guess
with half
words
idea
incomplete
you couldn’t
make up
these
failures to see
a fashion for
the simple round
hole I’ll
crawl back in
I’m sharing
this with you
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