study 61

(an analysis of discourse)

this then is the sphere where
only the   time is a can  standing next
to a book   on the window sill
a drab grit in blue  and then x amount of dust
overflowing acrimony sand
as a town "goes up in flames"
and down in unsure bolted memory

they run in from where a community
volunteer's a scared crow     for a
green flame  a core of freedom
smashed by geezers   (no humor there     the
dry dock's a dry rot for
repairing geographic node-points
a motel
for hiding in the peppery thwart like
inhaling smoke or the whispering memo
a scarified subaltern w totally new
unventilated inexperience

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