paranarrative experiment 223

voices that keep getting heard
is hard,
flame gauging to melt form in this instance;
he wandered between bytes that make up a
sandwiched data-structure, grey and trembling series of
lines focusing in on the cold moment
driving there to get a fix on the location ....
at the heart of Atlanta a motel
was dodging, careening in the shadow

overlooking the big interstate coming in
from the north, you might shift into echo;
any use of the characters, events, descriptions,
fears, prevarications, excuses, garbles, rants or
included herein
is coincidental and/or strictly prohibited

miles to go
in the form of sheep
little is known
& now it can be told

he started up the broken

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