it was only one time in the light of the century
these times have their own rhythm
he thought:
it depends on how you rate ‘em
w. blue light or
shushing or
uncertainty
and then the polite room chatter satiety
you wait & maps are ridden
into clash zones which is what gets written,
in the middle of apprehensive unsympathy...
in light of what you feel
numbness knots possibility:
nod at the Fail
or otherwise think: syndrome—
turn up the old syndrum
slight unlit particularity
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