to the bridge
spore songs

assisted and assimilated

The poem doesn’t have fingers or hands but  can ask anyway. Ask you.

This information about the poem is not set against a plane of color. Say burnt ochre. Some deep dirty red. Not that. But the poem itself may be. A frame is not optional.

The poem puts me on a pedestal. Of your own making. See ME up here. But not waving now.

And, in fact, there are no winners. And you know why.



"Nice". Or you know what I mean. Or not

Tom Murphy

yeah ... i got it ... thanks :-)

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