Discontinue
catalogues
record the days
Half
discarded way full of blank
unnamed arise and
fall away
They wait
are they called on
Space in
private intrude not better
Walk this
we as if full with arms
We drop
socks pick to stoop
And grab
ourselves in fits
Comedy
sheds
Blunders
all the evidence
So sad yes
lies in thought
The flood
of feel you coming
From the
catalogues: a
Spontaneous
chaos advocate the of
Improvisational
legends made
These
thoughts that arise in arbitrary grid
Are pulled
away
The color
is red, the image: a
Bellows.
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