turning into something
not so insightful or articulate

evidence of anything equal to

what this costs

pretends to have something in its hands

a human scratch and a regret as a red bow

which has an idea

to become and becomes it failing all else

the rest sweeps in off the mountain birdlike

when we call

people who love gold too much they do not come

they are not present to this gang only to their gang

where you can see

our whole dubious museum of spectacles

there’s the thing I wanted from you - wanted and got


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