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gangway wades at a horizon we can't have believed but hoped about

How Much Can We Mouthe?

How much bad idea can we mouthe and go on mouthing before something not innocuous gets in, sets in, and skin forgets it had a reason to begin with, leaves us sick with love and susceptible?

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Rafters Were

ruinously, rafters were and now are only open sky and the fallout thereof and the skin can't survive forever, can't outlast the swimming infinity of weather and where it goes that will wear us down

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Important and Good

It's important and good that my stupid knee cracks every step, though I want it not to. Irascibly, we have to keep moving.

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What Hasn't

What hasn't made me cry though I've been trying not to?

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Birch Log

turgid birch-log longing to not be a corpse forgets its copse, forgets its antigravity, forgets reaching upward and lets the fungus have it, stretches legs and detests ever putting anything to paper, keeps scraping by

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Say-So Tiring

infinitely sad like the say-so tiring out, like a kilowatt-hour or other marketing-ploy

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Remembering

elbow-grease of a pilously infinite scenery or landscape or et al of earth like etiology remembering what was but only sort of and having to go on forever about it, sometimes but not usually thinking

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Intercept

hemming-and-hawing cloud-matter strategizes how to be more than vapor, intercepts stargazing

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How To Be More Than Vapor

hemming-and-hawing cloud-matter strategizes how to be more than vapor, then falls not nonchalantly, but won't be more than it was, only goes in circles which we will worship

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Burble

Burble works up its courage, was meant only as gravity's passage where it was always allowed and now gravity knew better than to do as told or expected, gone elsewhere like a restless neck of lamb or other damnable creature weakened by being but being ongoing being despite, a holdout not uncold but okay being despite, lack of bloodflow unable to end it for now having spent so long moving fluid around and having to see it keeps moving, eager only because it's tried and what's left otherwise?

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Chickenwire

astir chickenwire knowing some other form of bird were here but that don't matter, there's no going through, it's all a susceptible being preening and hoping, it's what the feathers do with nothing to do, it's being supposedly aliferous and nowhere to go, earth usurping the idea of flight, eventually dirt and whatnot will eat us up, not of want but by mundane physics, just materials tiring out mutually, and we are too

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Someone To Say

ewes go through what ewes go through and you eye what I use to get by, news of which unnestles, feels useless, a restlessness snuffles, enough effulgence hoping day would deign to be or to not, and we exist in circumstance which we never expected, or wanted, which is ridiculous to admit, which we eye the horizon to interpret and admittedly fascinate lastly with omens, only want someone to say

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Amenable Bend

ain't but cane or crook took up to guide a wayward neck or two or undo the ungainly gangly nought that wanted us be it, in its image, mirage of being being enough or restless enough to try, the dried-out hope of some old oak or other not knowing what else to be but an amenable bend, two matters trying to support which felt unorthodox, which we weren't raised to imagine or believe in, but here we are, held up or herded or cooed at in some way that won't mean us harm, and won't we be enamored, at least a while enamored, though it weren't taught to us, though it rustles while we try to sleep

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Pastry

weren't but a pastry waiting to be crisped necessarily and starches setting and whatnot for about a minute of okay

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Potato Math

Been a round of potatoes rounding on us and we tucker up to here, adhere to our old tucking-ins like we have any idea of the intricate electrolyte happenings, or could be allowed to, or that anyone would care. We wake who knows how, hinky as all get-up maybe, but no one knows how or why or if its replicable, only a nonstandard happenstance or a one-off will tell, only a statistical anomaly even gets mention but doesn't make the record. Who knows how a body would process being and the necessary accoutrement thereof?

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Aerodynamic

How aerodynamic the face has gotten what with the headwinds and having to be and we poke through, don't we, not proud of our faces but getting by?

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