a middle of astral mock: sink in kitchen
glops over idiom,
knack i’d say
forming way outside,
or way laying, lying to truth belling, which may mean:
every utterance is an utter trance
waft all that confusing data around
once or twice, boy,
then you got a shot:
understudy
to the stars,
which keep hidden behind city lights
amber-casing swirl
is the one possible tidal pull
behemoth toward nowhere, just
a few great retail bargains, the bent bars
gain hubris right at the start of all these
goal-based approaches—like:
grip
the where that now lifts, toking in the understressed
first moments
of avalanche
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