cantilevered contentions on continental conventions
& shiny gold inventions lunch
with a capricorn right or wrong born in scorn
can't be strong wind in storm
woken early in the morning
at the bitter tail of turning
the loud and smooth soft scoring
near the windows seat of space
neath the time and near the trace
past the path and part of paste.
crass con-pozen corner out-past
the methods message
out last hit the thumb
bitten dumb
got that failing
in the rain
catch the lights up band
the brain
ban the bane
of night eager sight
reaching tight two land.
Take some credit, count your time
feel the message out of line
count your fingers
count your toes
think how little
that your nose is right
& left behind
Just a little sniff tint time
Very space those things of hers
here is where the the truth avers
in constant curls
her talk of daffodils & the the little
tiny thing thrilling trills
to rows of golden rods and rocks
tends to natures
winding clocks
gratitudinal gravitations surcease
long flat relief
bio-rythm count the steps
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