paranarrative experiment #11

not only  but just
if you keep the print low no one can see
in the prison w. a watchtower
all along  the pomo text
strangers they drink my whine
an unfurled space

not with just all those  half words
half lost
so suddenly he comes in from the hot and says,
all the files are deleted
you can find yourself inside
what is that?
waiting?  i said
until he finished his speech

it’s written down:
barred, all, a tree...
an us
verse us

we drive once in a while to the
place under guard

keep your guard down

she turned
to go
there were a lot of doors with
security devices

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