Driving down the high spine of the little world,
world that curves still the focus
made body in the proximity of
possible doings never come to pass
an ache that race
that race to where
alway
s lost so
palpable lush vegetation
attitude that
serves that severs
unity to a value
reduction a
value to be
extracted, only value
in the use, the
passing the taking of
the motion like
not important
the quiet town
ies
carpel tunnel stance
and quiet rendering thereof leaves
manifestly apparent
not going to
happen not ever
never happen leaves
a spacethe leaving
now
only bare/vision
the weight of town
little and dirty
wintered and bare
lots of
mega stores have
cropped all other commerce
Can’t / doesn’t anyone
see the ring of over
Walking through
streets
in the night
trying
to conjure or
find
fading unanswered
asking of our
question are we
lovely
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