that’s why history
isn’t written
the hobbit slinks in
mass to a shrinkage, at elephant isle
that’s everyday, it’s
endlessly bagging at the sub or periscopic mercado
slumming vacational
grins into mutant registration form, or
there appears at the
bottom: all current nanodata, labeling
,
just with labeling who maybe a fund-coded street-cry—
thickness of the
bottle glass breaking last Saturday nite flivver
(OK so send everyone on the roster the exchange tables)
or selections of
what appears at the bottom of teasing
pause the day to sweep in force of speech
it’s almost
like sprightly dance moves thru standard
purposeless puppets
exceptions to the
the crazed payment rule form corporate strata
[at base 12]
losing sleep over a
tally sheet magnifies colder edges at his rock shoreline?
is that a way for
the link to slope brittle ??
a unicorn’s gonna
manage slamming doors across bombing civilians
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