What can i say you're just trying too hard i
Mistaken nakedness and vanity warning
windows of mirrors made pane smeared
all
Its 9/11 2
The way you say my name
The future is
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
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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