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My thumbs come to hang me
The stumblebum lost
A serial career in the mode
Of how to say - to see
How did that song go
O that his beauty remarks
On the color sky - words are such
A tougher guy
I must find the plane
That finds me
Open air to where trust
Or the risk of such counters
See
It moves away
It from writing away
See
Flounders
Insists
See
Is a shark in
A body costume
See
The man
See him go
See
As emotion
As robbery
See
What in the other's time
Illusive
Sight
As what words
Might sing
See
Them then
Swinging down toward your gait
Measured in what is
Now
The meat in the sandwich
Between
Past and
Future
My thumbs come to hang me
The stumblebum lost
A serial career in the mode
Of how to say - to see
How did that song go
O that his beauty remarks
On the color sky - words are such
A tougher guy
I must find the plane
That finds me
Open air to where trust
Or the risk of such counters
See
It moves away
It from writing away
See
Flounders
Insists
See
Is a shark in
A body costume
See
The man
See him go
See
As emotion
As robbery
See
What in the other's time
Illusive
Sight
As what words
Might sing
See
Them then
Swinging down toward your gait
Measured in what is
Now
The meat in the sandwich
Between
Past and
Future
1 comment:
Cool. I really like this poem.
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