(for single voice)
as
things that are immobile one caught
on
a branch a stream is a creek
is
a wave or beyond expression fashioned
to
sing in crisscross patterns my
frown
not an amount the city then
a
product or a waterfall the single
drip
wearing away cathode sheer merely
addendum
look just because the nerves
are
thrilled by a gawk spectacle of
yourself
sneer as in chitchat to the
thought
every bit of light thru the leaves
combs
acids further a year wears
a
single sequence build of leaf-blower-
roar
out of all proportion of sand
caught
in the think-tank segmented the
way
a segue is segmented the rise
and
fall of tossed huff an eyelid
is
the gate to the city the banks
are
made of marvels with a lost guide
at
every dour smeared moment a wry
shrug
only bred to the bone alone
can
make this one time sit up and blink
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