There Are, It Would Appear,
those...better prepared
to
roost
less in irony
....more
in those small pockets..
.fob-hung and alleviated...
do they know freedom
as a many-handed force and do not fear confinement... have they stretched....wrapped their legs around the body of earth..... in unbroken glory...just perhaps, (as if it existed) thorough sentience a tertiary factor......
an annuity.......
.but I've not lived their secrets....nor they mine....corollaries multiply, dance a dust bolero....in the end game all is equally semiotic....
each cheek imprinted with a slap, dashing..... a rush to some sea....illuminated as the grunion run...........
poem by that's how I intended to ... delilah contrapunctal
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