The hammering of a flicker
ties us to one another.
And together the old sense comes round
like an approval or buttons.
Froms sleep the old man gloves the air.
Well, don't look.
Just sip over the universe
of an old fashioned cocktail
mostly beautiful
I want an intermission
The brute ankles of the problem
sometimes weave
sometimes glimmer
sometimes shine
from a lilac loss
raincoat, chimney or runnel.
The bay touches a chamber of the heart
Walking around the market before it opens
may repair the wildflowers before the rain
switch something in the experiment
use a forklift immediately
drain off this sunny, sunny toaster
looking natural before the gardens.
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