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you know the one.
hammock.
i’d like a few of us cocooned in a net
scooped up in wispy cloud reverb
trailing through else-ish skyisms
other, where, simple hush-ture
sun slips through evergreen
and grateful pupils suck
growing later, sadly
in shadow overts
you can see heat
simmering a film
over this side
of windows
…and with a finger
a story is told, revealed
when astute makes her way
again,
stripes through a country fence
golding the ink of dead trees
dancing on splotchy snow
as birds dip, delve
in fathomless
no deathly
for granted took
our singed wings
die everything
we ever touch
losing a friend
i see her delusive
place her in the zone
of where i don’t think
between the lines, he says
we need you right in the middle
nowhere, he says, but doesn’t… say
i don’t either
is talent simply patience?
searing pain is his brow
the halo of addicted angels
solace seeks serenity cranial
and sometimes self seals softly
in memories, your horror, or not
he knows
has no idea
that he does
scrubby patches of past
and the ling of darl
smallest a cute
to precious
writing letters over and over
writing more letters to apologize for
the other letters that were sent too soon
regretting that… too
the distance between
everything in-between
is measured in slumbers
scientists hide in pillows
wait for it, put it off
don’t let it release
the joy of sadness
and successful
lies
backful
star-gazing
never what you
think i meant
relish is mystery
frozen in secrets
he knows, but
cannot ever
realize
there is no consciousness
disastress 