XCVII ("she knows who she is")
for what we are, swart passion
"amount" (the liaison debt)
     six and 1/2 to one, or the Having will acquire
SILVER as the need's I
     and just as false
     "and just as false"
as chide triangulated mist sinks me or me
                             (rivulet of competent
purse & grave, a gravity
relent in peace to stand bled
& strain. each out to false.
to turbulence. to time before
that codes grief cycle
    gist in the tones & riled re-wave
      says, and so is, and so the lowly
can be saved,
               but from
                        purpose
               & turbulent, the taste
                    is troubled,
& an accordance
abutts transcendence
             & crushes us, internal
for the thought doomed strong
             does not tense in it
                "we" are a crime
or foundations, effectively mist
felled before    current events
a crisp descent, not innocent
                   the complacent bit's history
                                          a cretinous
                aggregate, a young explorer, but the net
torque canned against the likes o
 
                                            that gaze
worn scrupulum's caste of ash
the torn internal
in the right honorable reticence
                   take it back
                       that
hitting head moment
June 9th, '68
               Cape Thing
                 off the coast of Superficiality
snored in a cone - a brave deed
           you can drive around
but to imagine that, a somehow made not nascent
       rent by shade
--"maybe partying will help"--
       but within love's coy tract
shave that soldered salve (ouch)
        is formed or is our failure or is
   a tongued environment's impetuous debility
they keep us locked up layers of non-sent slapping
        love in the purified finite
a gasping torqued thought-finish
on the effective mist
        this ludicrous business
this sadly ossified empty
                final, injured, found waning
     an orchestrated probable praised by motion
it's circuit that again torn is thought they locked
      blazing in the blazing
say to it this form's shunt seed
say to it "closure"
as a clanged jack assays a coral cloud-document breath of
tazed intent
in the growth aglow
      the bombed fundamental
           re-bombed futz of gut-us consumpt
   & wayward       leaning on a star
 
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