clip started from the end
now we frantically rewind
the brain pulses
head in tact, i raise the back of my curved
standing paper man to fall from winds he knows will
instead of molding eyes
take a chance on unknown odds
facing adjacent
vines and tripwire vanish in static
their blind outlines drill panic
Silence comes on us again
And I don't know just why
Another summer night spent alone
And if I could choose this
looking through kaleidoscopes
believing the option of freedom
that the random as
Jumbled resize crumbles peelings of dreams at the gate
Forced out,
once chalked up eyes now turn to color rewind backward
all sewn up except the eyes
a station of intake is
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