does any poem ever begin
or do they all wrap around again
it's just another wake
another end game
another _______
a man runs down the street
screaming, 'aaahhh,' holding a sign
above his head with both arms
saying [WAKE]
[ UP ]
ignore it.
Saturn's magnanimous hand
turning wheels
ideograms
idle play
another's face
anoit thee
noir drink
rumination over guitar-airy
very good
a king and a fool
hand in hand
run off the top of a cliff
like lemmings
or a sphinx
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