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intimate as aspirational your voice

misinterprets coffee, smoke

though a skylight the timeline

it Tarzans by unzips into eloquence


because if you were naked for export

you’d be believed

as easily as I

by my dearly beloved the sky’s


deep rockets sundering

but I was blind

to their motive

shading your thought bubbles grey


Huey Dewey Louie

argue for fame

after frame

they have no plan for the suction


unnarrating movies of green

rolling hills

no storyline

dialogue characters simply viridian


shades and sharps while your

antennae scan

for anomalies

from this kitchen window forever


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