What can i say you're just trying too hard i
Mistaken nakedness and vanity warning
windows of mirrors made pane smeared
all
My life is changing in so many ways
I don't know
about how we talk
and move. walk
in place.
about
whoever else i may have been
she'd still be going
To a to be to see and wonder that is
the clouds spell apocalypse
the clouds smell the politics
i meet so
Her father's land grieves but it also forgives,
The red mud's
Won't Diane still know tomorrow today she's mostly only said
eventually, all at once, we each exist when we eat.
eventually,
Do see summer die
In trolley-hunch and gait
Boy muck-thaw
Palm or pine
you learn to sit and you learn to listen.
The sea on trial surprised to find
Its own dark floors
_ touch more than any drug
ask a skinhead or hippie
or
giving free will, but within certain limitation.
i cannot will myself
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