the lawn is cut for me and yet i still find it a burden to live
i am nothing in spite of vision and what is not seen
a story told in magnets or the intra-red-shades
we pull over our eyes in order to be perceived as
one that can see i'm speaking to the laura marling in us all
to attend and endure a past seemingly disconnected
earth where have you been?
a story bests or boils depending on is victorious moments
tales sucking victor
and vowing anything to pass
that depend upon our mouths endurance
empty and working full and vindicated in lots of way
trailing last tallies
full of talents and tenants sonnets upon seances
spoiling real
reality chances the wind chances blinking tense
blacking breaks between win and loose
a winners boast makes paper headlines the day after
or it oiled with the dinners fish and chips
let a hung pained folly go and let fester a dew
when paved intentions spell paper machete remainders
fleet water
shading unclean
a water meant for drinking
i dare you to read and write and self emulate
without the integrity of cages
forge a madness to forgo one
it is not your duty to perpetuate
in fact it is quite the opposite
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