Summer Archives #9

1/2, one half ; I just wait for the first line

&

the rest lies expeditiously, coming of its own accord

down the pipes of consciousness, into my hand

the weeping Saints, or Gabriel himself, or Satan, or Athena,

may not hold the back

(mostly)

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