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the spectrum of color is  vast

   science
        they say/

science  keeps and calms what ails you
               and define yourself    
 
              science        i've witnessed      that a bad thing

forfeit the will      at its best and let it be clear

     their sounds are clearest when neanderthal        ing

        a warlocks blessing  writ on a multitudenal stationary

                     hearth stone cemented    complementary breakfast
comfortable

      Or i heard recently that the aether reminds us what to care about

speaking of life     and the distance It provides

                love                 it seems     takes separation
through resource
  and compilation            in ritual           an oath accepted as one

the other seen as one

         temped blue eyes or brown       whatever gets you off

templed into singularity

                i fought the sound of the gate keepers         moaning

who here is with me?

And   the spectrum of color is          vast
              what can want and wail        unseen

a suspended pleasure    ill-proofed     standing indirect

shake a breath

dare i break me      break you     you

           the mills hollowed in time lapse masquerade

 and  restart buttons are microwave dinner    easy
        eye chases thrones    like nibbling chicken bones

believe me        Its as easy as that

the lips appraisal       its the lips that    appears as mutually beneficial

               the Broad        somehow beneficial to all of us......

i would stand       or kneel    or sit          naked in front of your poetry
  if the feeling        flint blistered eliminated   flume

        back lit as   Truth    or likened to suck      in ease

with ease  your skirt  and lips red      one with envy and the other
in envy

how come you tend to lock it up                 your screws......

and  the spectrum of color is            vast   

we are timber

      we are timbers in the river
who    when cares to

 compels the tide     in want in length
             a timbers   weights its measurement
to gain it Here

            take the lines     squint to make them right
measuring there

            movement itself a flock     loosing memory like a lease
Yet

        we are timbers in a river
who can lend its measurement void

            breaking bread with the devil and cop a feel with the saints
begin      
 

            re-begin and define this meaning

a measurements meant adaptation

        we are timbers in the river
who parades unnecessarily


         we are a timber in a river
who   damns    when collected

        we are timbers in the river
who looks at mirrors in museums        plays tricks in threes  and
blinks when told to

           to  see your worst in night and day

forgetting that

          we are timbers in the river
who mends and allows mending

we are timbers whose river picture centerfold     in new york

ledgers with no evidence if the lights turn off
      we are timbers in the river
who channels turning

            but never off        no blanket necessary

when errands run     multiple tables
        a balance farthing        faired  gained in the taking game

ill measured in repeat  and meetings kept time table resentments  
    neighboring
   

  cave drawings   only the drawing was given up     as the lines were put it


                         meaning uni-dimension              the one and only

       we are timber in river
who            wealth planet lips flume

i played/we played

i played

             we played    a game

a fitted color basque fretted by chance and timber
        the balance ledgered with repentance

it  carries   Kingly       riptide   radiation
   
             And    in old folks foliage          bleed a scrip     dancing

                       vortexual valer      like

        tonguing   hard candies        with soft centers meaning everything

                   suck your best and thank it out the door.

believe in action. no matter the cost       bundled dollars   in rubber Banded  brevity
          leave it to the good guys.
     

                                                         and          weather changes discussion

be it bout or bond   for orders sake we should see it          cut it correctly.  


                  and what of the SEA      an ocean of love littered in congeniality 

i read a book about chakras, again, there are so many of them

it talks all the time

    the source       as an eagle put it
it dwells without you       needs replication

or so the books say

      you see it in your dreams   in fact it makes them real
dream work 

if what the shaman says is true

it dies when we die    peti-file
    if the catholics had their way

           the pearly gates have a paypal
or st john takes discovery

it pines in battered tear drop fashions  helicopter dresses
      worn by the beautiful ones

held in suspension so that we may take pictures of their beauty
         it regrets this phenomena 

it laughs at suppressious superstitions      when floating lures    bobber jacket
      between scent and ones definition of    in  the know

the rights of spring 

could relieve it       her voice  sanctuary   beauty and
as it happens    caught unmoved freely

is movement         it moves but i can't think   the way
its' tooth's        a segway into


a blank check signed by those of which do not care about money


yet take it all 

    it is a spiritual utterance          we're told its important    but
i'd have to get back to you on that one