sub-chapter a : day-traitor
it’s something that’s
otherelse in the
tangled wood, there’s a
twisted log
famous for being obscure,
or the mine side trails
you find yr way around
city logging
going right for the jongleur
vein macro-econ
flowing into subdued
light
being is being somewhere
else
aboutness it’s one woven revealing net mesh
poetry pit tailings
as leeching into vaster
connections
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