I was not @first borne riding a bus, ‘tho an underpass < that way led to Gramma’s; up ahead, dear hunter, I said, now & then, what are you reading — runt as I am, match to his stride; later in atlas, we shrug side by side, & Vinland is grayed, ‘tho Congo light blue
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Sm Ode
to fast toward no past, I’m re- called by name alone & what won’t ever but chime, as anklebell traceries sometime tragic, sand an hour as collapse, driven to a burning library; overload, a bandaged hand, that road
BYOu
an yclept so-called obsolete archaism, hight nit & faerie tome, et al eterne Sirius — that dog ate my homework — ‘tho too, to an Akkadian, who was as is gno- sis, don’t tell Orion, horizontal this way that pt. review, roam Giza, c+… as a vajra tilt
Impasse
So are spray-cans, on hood-balance, 1 act of an auto graphic self-at- traction, a despot, an ashcan, the tyranny on a mason plumb true — so politzian blue avail, let’s say, sketch artist or two, & reparation a scrub brush, sm closet will do over else, red-hand as round key through
Out Of Line
this principle as bed of nails or hot coals, as nowaday a spike of hair pierce per cheek, once supine — you run this way, what difference the discipline, a head to stand one hand slapping, as n u c u r a calisthenic, or e deep bow, f t acrobatic