a passive project
sit still you maker of mute
And remember the other
blind the aura in mess
unsent pride fern leaf
stretching as high as it needed to
the orwell passives' join the valley flank
crony clown
agressions in forgetfullness
or just the loudest moment at the time
your mute does not herd picket fence around your shoes
limits the ankle your ankle alone
does not
feed as you think it does.
a passives' knee print when kneeling
not a wake directly
for the sake of wake
Passives for the sake of pleasure send vowels that can please in spring courses if calm can carve the calf maons
Presently
calves bland and blinded by Sounds
louder then wolves
Post other wiser
when fate is blind and has only ears to find its way
thats not to say scream and scream first
but breath first and care not of its poise
Presently
whose flesh is this anyway?
the i a singularity in spite of we becoming ought
an eye orphaned its other
closed in blink perhaps
the opened one
a uniformed segregate
a paraphrase a disco
famed with one eye closed.
defined by most as whole
or at least thats all we get
whose flesh is this anyway?
the passives' meat its mince
the closed other forgotten
and the moves go to the loud
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