study 49

living inside conflagration
light is apt

export his life, over from a slick fist

“i want song to tear the world apart”

the world is
everything that sings, in case

in our county
(in the fall)
there is
the fire fair

slow languor shimmers to refute
archival frost n scrawny
engraff’d, to eke out yr jilt recital ...
brooding a fresh pot of jive

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