a century a second

not there a moment you remember the
words are slow
art is quicksand,  folded
a bit of money   here in the
look, it’s all monochromatic like a wheel
that never got invented
the invitational US open
has been closed
just because the fit
of insanity was a fit
of absent-mindedness, they built
an empire in the middle of
a swamp;  flowing thru bits & pieces of
unalienable left in a flying
sauce or leaves trying to inhabit
wind a long way to the fall
momentary swiftness
means right now
it’s all one word
doubts & disputes

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