If you need to know if it's poetry, why are you here?
Poetry that knows its bounds has succumbed to some local understanding… why end there, why go at all?
Resist it.
Nothing will be reduced to a point.
Develop yet more strategies to forestall it while offering a note now and then to tune to.
To refuse system, in favor of a poetry in its incitements?
It's bodies and languages the terrain of searching, finding and ...
Bumpersticker my heart: I chase sparks.
Why, who do you run with?
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