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Poem in which all other poems are formed.
Poem beneath the heavenly firmament.
Poem drunk on cachaça and banana.
Poem in which the barn takes flight.
Poem fluttering with hasret.
Poem in which I mean it and really mean it.
Poem which promises everlasting light.
Poem recovering from a sudden syncope brought on by everlasting light.
Poem recovering with orgeat.
Poem in which a man proposes some sort of eternity.
Poem in E flat major.
Poem focusing primarily on the lacustrine.
Poem beneath the smoldering firs.
Poem from last Christmas that fell behind the sock drawer.
Poem verbatim the receipt from last Thursday’s pinball date.
Poem delighting in being a poem.
Poem read from beneath the quilt while you are sleeping.
Poem in which derelict punctuations are used as placeholder for meaning.
Poem in which you understand whats going on.
Poem relapsing on poetry.
Poem that does what it promises.
Poem sleeping with the dogs in a backyard tent.
Poem waiting for it’s own soft burial.
Poem in which fractals continue repeating into a blank nothingness forever.
Poem that does.
Poem in which you are in my eyes.
Poem vibrating beneath the hyoid.
Poem stealing that verse from First Corinthians and playing it off as an original thought.
Poem that does not produce enough oil to properly moisturize itself.
Poem swaying half drunk in the pallid glow of twilight porch lights.
Poem that tells you it loves you in ways it did not previously understand to be possible.
Poem with oboe solo.
Poem with two refills remaining.
Poem understanding a delta is different than a culvert.
Poem with sneaking suspicion.
Poem watching the jayhawks build their nests on the stadium lights.
Poem discarded as wasted potential.
Poem as kinetic energy.
Poem in which there is a kite on a string being flown by something external.
Poem anticipating a death.
Poem promulgating on love and music and art and substance and truth and death and sadness.
Poem driving oblivious of some solar eclipse.
Poem lost in ellipses.
Poem so rejoiced there are choirs formed around it.
Poem in the form of egregore.
Poem in which you said no.
Poem as a four letter word for approachable artform that starts with ‘P’.
Poem in which you leave me to become a butterfly.
Poem in which you can hear the ocean if held to the aural cavity.
Poem careening on the overpasses black ice patch.
Poem holding the wallaby as it dies.
Poem in the form of a kiss to one’s occipital bone.
Poem stuck at the ticket taker machine.
Poem that does what it promises in a timely constructive manner.
Poem vibrating at a frequency that promotes healing.
Poem that does what it promises.
Poem in which the butterfly you become lands on my cheek to drink the salt from my tears
Poem written entirely by a simulation of this universe.
Poem in which you never met me.
Poem that finds twenty dollars in the interior chest pocket of that one coat you thought you lost.
Poem simplying humming simply humming simply humming.
Poem that does not know the human word for forgiveness, but understands the concept.
Poem dripping with loss.
Poem dripping with loneliness.
Poem in which a poem tracks mud across the kitchen tile.
Poem strictly cthonic.
Poem that does what it promises.
Poem laying still across the rail spikes.
Poem in which you learn the definition of proprioception.
Poem bandying about the pommel horse.
Poem that returns to the same olive tree it remembers.
Poem in which the old master is recognized by the old dog after a great long time.
Poem in which you throw your head back and cackle at the sky.
Poem making earrings from pointy seashells.
Poem glowing truly glowing effervescent absolutely radiant in this peculiar light.
Poem doing heavy lifting.
Poem as inaccessible skill.
Poem as myth.
Poem as dream boat barrel river crossing.
Poem as sudden bridge stump fire bandit swath glory falter.
Poem in which you stay forever.
Poem that does what it promises.
Poem as appoggiatura.
Poem as elegy.
Poem in rearview.
Poem smeared in lime rind and fennel pollen.
Poem as syncretic snack.
Poem in which the door is finally shut and the porch light cut black.
Poem apical in its form and function.
Poem that does anything asked of it.
Poem that does anything.
Poem in which someone chooses every day to love you expressly.
Poem by way of extoliation.
Poem in which we learn atavistic breathing.
Poem that inhales and exhales as though an ifrit dances atop a series of bellows.
Poem endless in its insistence that love is hypergolic.
Poem on fire around you.
Poem in which fire consumes you.
Poem that demands you in fire in perfervid blue in eidetic paint in chiaroscuro.
Poem in your pocket.
Poem that is asked to stay, and does so, as it is promised.
Poem your glitter trembles.
Poem as love as ostinato as shortcoming fulfilled as deracinated crampon to the heart.
Poem as apotropaic ritual.
Poem in which you are kept safe from some crumbling sky.
Poem that does what it promises.
