wall.
infancy's own spokes
(impala tones)
in palatino linotypical
reverberate throughout
history it is a ready made
incessancy it is a dimestore
pump
you look upon
yourself you
offer surface
to the gods of depth
you assert there is a stop
sign
you agree there is a topsoil
fingering accomplishment
as if to claim
that one specific instance
of completion
now a sect is moaning through
put and I hear the flint
scoring the smooth long wide
bronze shade with winter
closed to chance again
although you walk
although you seam the differences
although some worded boundaries
mean smothering before
one thinks of charging
or just holding
stillness hosts wish worlds
there are links to impossible
high pressure favorable to
history unless . . .
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