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Not What it Is

Isn't it too like a sprocket and us not as forgettable as we'd wish? A knot knows some mechanical part is extant but not what it is, wants it to be fictional though it's not, wants not to look it up, tries forgetting, which sends us in circles. Something simple itches in.

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How Itchy

how itchy we get, gifted with this susceptible skin, dig for what could relieve it and relive it daily, give us this, stay, stale bread, think like there's a getaway, forgive what itches, find eachother haunting enough to forget because it's too much if you keep thinking of the skin

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Marble Contests the Frost

Deliberately callipygian marble contests the frost, is sure all the ice and thaw won't help, is not amenable to time and weather, has tried too hard to be undone, but what's a torso and its accoutrement loose in the elements to do et-ceteraed like regret, given no cover by design, but to wait and see the disasters that are only natural come true, glued to the inevitable catastrophes it can imagine? We want none of that for you, we woe and go on sculpting though no effigy is unsusceptible, though everything up from the dust must go back, no one is summonable for long.

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Attach Funds

we clamber to watch what comes up, attach funds because it's what we've been taught to sully everything with, would wager to our devastation to perpetuate the myth this is winnable, or that that's the goal

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Yet Unplumbed

the over-under of your oeuvre makes waves same as any ocean yet unplumbed in totality, any sea-creature is plausible and we, at the impasse of wonder, clamber to watch what comes up

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Water of a Wavelength

whatever wavelength, light unspools its organs hoping to cool down, but you've your oeuvre and there isn't enough space, dissipation can only go so far,

water collects pocked with memory and we woe and go about gathering baleful barrels of mana, all our rooms overburdened, as untraversable as a worship, let no light between the stowage,

an owage like an ode, no egress, only ongoing frictive lowing knowing to ask if it's hot in here and unable to open a window, unable to let off steam or let go even a little regret

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Winter Instigates Another Offering

Winter instigates another offering, insists it isn't a hollow hungry thing, arrives with glitzes, endearing embers, is a showman knowing who and how to ask but ends up taking.

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Slakes Seance

slakes seance's need for spirits, we appear here pulled from our other or ether to answer inanities vanity has assured you we would once bones let go, though we never answered before

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An Ocean Out There

an agrarian understanding there's an ocean out there and we're harried with what we've got to be before the sea levels with us, will be hurried and rushed until then, our blood whooshing in our ears

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Costly Ideas

if ideas get costly, we'll be in arrears and need to flee the area, get outside the collection-radius, slip out of jurisdiction and go on thinking because ideas keep itching their way in, won't idle or subside despite the cost

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Same Old Room

if you stick around, around expands, enhances, there's a chance nuances will walk right up and change the relationship or perspective, a persnickety or rickety bit of floorboard may indicate some uncoverable or anything might be explorable, moreso if you're looking and cooking up ideas, same old room starts to seem infinite, or at least bigger, and the spinal cord wriggles around

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Goings On

unharried agrarian gets up, gets a get-up on, dons a long stalk of some-odd grass, grabs implements and instigates the land, is intrinsic until he isn't, is always going to dole and dig and try to grow until it isn't possible, then he'll lay down, his bones harrowed and narrowing, earth encroaching for an awkwardly long timeframe, stones adhering to a geological scale he hadn't had a hand in but will be damned to be harried by, will be more land like any other thing that haunts, which may be precisely what he always wanted, waits for precipitation and wonders what will grow

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Hark

hark's stark attending to any backfire, dark cul-de-sac ekes only naturally-occurring lightsources and, sour for it, offers no obvious answers for where the sudden noise came from, no van in evidence, only night piled high with unidentifiable pops

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Displaces Water

siren rides-out the praise then displaces water in hopes that sea-level will eat you, needs backup in this season of nausea, just can't eat another bite and might get by by any minuscule change in the water but no waves get made, no boat unsteadies, a dereliction of the sinking duties lets too many through, and you won't believe who just arrived

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Air On the Side

air on caution's side has a lot of breath-holding risk-taker opposition which'll see atmosphere jettisoned and caution thrown along with it, we're averse to any weather that won't let us be reckless

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Vicinity Shifts

Isn't vicinity getting hinky? We stay up thinking how the definition shifts or isn't beholden to meaning, which we've been meaning to convene about, to corner it and work out specifics, but we're willy-nilly and disparate, desperate to forget, sometimes we get too close.

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Salve We Can

we're clenched to comeuppance what comes up until tendons fray, maybe self-fulfilling, which feels literary, which we find fulfilling, perpetuate what meager salve we can