certainly there must be reasons
in defense of the current tenants

then directed by the other's need

Having let myself fall

into the cask of Becoming One

I perjured a cat (don’t ask)

I invested in The Absent (ask)

I forgot myself up a small tree.

But back down here

there’s an axle that binds two wheels

to each other and a path.

“It’s the aesthetic truss of language

(as in song, comedy, and cussing)

that will confound and ultimately

relieve some of these aching cultures.”


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