beginning
of a sketch for an outline towards a basic introduction to political poetry
it
wd just be that sometimes everything’s contained on a list. rant rave, huge
waves of blue ink veering across. a linkage will have to be needing. even for
distant voices. take each day, memory implied where education’s the next
problem. especially seeing those new notes unposted. they ran a macro across
the river the planet got drowned in. hours, then hours.
there
will need to be contact information when the web site leads nowhere. park over
at the side of the building. one plate broken & a quietness pervades like
when you think about different lives. if we can all get to the plaza where they
sharpen the antique law tools. a nearness w place like the opposite of shelter.
or slapped like being under the middle authority, w new passwords: lacking a lament, but ratting on the lampoon n
pillage bunch. snorting a line of X and getting strength projections. crowds w
a soft heart for a new form a forlorn day unformed.
every
time, there are directions. a swamp
image. plumes until in the absent blue you feel on the move, not counting automaton pledge qualities.. or
simple fame ideas in private notebooks. i think it’s about, slinging beginning
as not being anyone. a long process to start detribalizing single breaths, till property is my character-based anvil for
witnessing crime-scene re-enactments thru sleet. money en absentia has lower
tones. a trivia question on slave day.
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