An Indistinct Probability
that there are trees....and mawk-fed tarantellusastoryboards without knotholes....and
cap-doffers with spotless repudiations......
none of them have stayed long enough to be caprisonic......they coin a phase and spirit away the longerhorns.....seen it happen....
there's not much noise...
at the time of the roaming candlers...
extinguishers are sold in the stalls... along with candy apples and wobbling gyroscoped theoreticals........ .
poem by that's how I intended to ... delilah contrapunctal
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