Look you marked for love what pants
what sweater
what blue pliable flooded space next to the star the slush
what battle do we bang on these rocks to kiss finally,
Summer
buds
caterpillars
a piano noise coming from the house next-door seeds?
How can one be more surefooted,
then sometimes bang what piece of importance what sound from the foam bubbles I make
I have laughed like an old man
I have counted the cats devil may care. Sometimes I have said this is enough
as a bird floated by the sun.
What sometimes and
ultimately, what have I done
fallen asleep like everyone.
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