what i wanted
to do on the web was a full force of
prose to
scandal help the minute and a word with dross, full dross
it moves in a
simian wickergrunt or,
long flyings
caught in a
web slog ringing off jangles
a wire gets
too slung in riffs
but to order
a title means
hitting the
wrong button
it’s a text
that’ll keep
snapping back
like a retail
or
flourishing dragon, as
lapsed back
toward what they
often call
spinning out
from the wheel
unspoken
space
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