of californ your nature is your virtue your horizon is the sea
feel your length and let it not be defined
here lies a threshold a suture and thread mid tangle
There lays a fervent creature
its essence disturbs pythontically
its belly in dark dirt-the skin of space
tongue eclipsed seeking sense
its Others realistic as it seems
neighbors
Black and White
the essence pocket beat as it can be scene
or rather read
in sacrifice hair tangles in depths unseen
frightened by color in depth
of ambisonic ambiguity shoulders shrug dissonance
a universal smokers cough
of california red of calories lost & of toads
of californ the black not black enough
limping on the same crutch its fingers are
that is to say peeled legless or otherwise impaired
the white gated malibu street envious in street
gated in temples or templates between temples impaired
an other wisdom gated
to be white
defense is nature when arteries blank
its essence unclear
there she showed me a blade of sound
a lower blade, as it seems,
cows grazing tersely a brand wearing things without tags
from dusk till dawn a callus on the other side of fingernails
a blade Whitman would enjoy
of californ what is your purpose
Its essence a ladybug in my head all winter
here lies a threshold a suture and thread mid tangle
a wordswoth sonnet iv of iii
beyond are words we have yet to speakThere lays a fervent creature
its essence disturbs pythontically
its belly in dark dirt-the skin of space
tongue eclipsed seeking sense
its Others realistic as it seems
neighbors
Black and White
the essence pocket beat as it can be scene
or rather read
in sacrifice hair tangles in depths unseen
frightened by color in depth
of ambisonic ambiguity shoulders shrug dissonance
a universal smokers cough
of california red of calories lost & of toads
of californ the black not black enough
limping on the same crutch its fingers are
that is to say peeled legless or otherwise impaired
the white gated malibu street envious in street
gated in temples or templates between temples impaired
an other wisdom gated
to be white
defense is nature when arteries blank
its essence unclear
there she showed me a blade of sound
a lower blade, as it seems,
cows grazing tersely a brand wearing things without tags
from dusk till dawn a callus on the other side of fingernails
a blade Whitman would enjoy
of californ what is your purpose
Its essence a ladybug in my head all winter
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