i've always loved the bomb
entry forms will seem inadequate after this
there is no relief i thank whomever one thanks
that love like the bomb is not a stone
skipping endlessly
but the water which welcomes it
this is the word turn
my language as the point off
this is the word go
rather talking thru rumble after the facility to get the textual presentation in each of oncoming when i woke up this poem
how much harder do i have ever lied my way
this morning it as marked by me but its raining
my air or who said i can't make it was dreamt it
as the word turn
tokens, instants
my little plot of language as the one who said i won't cohere, roughly
at least it does if we buy the idea of knots
of course thru here i'm throwing kittens into territory where
its raining and i knew lies were in dog but
honesty seems inadequate already soiled
that way for the point of this is this poem
how much harder do i asked you here
to have done so tears running i know i
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