Reading of poetry strip the slashes
Code talks and talk codes, blinking in the mist
Loving your lies you say uninterested
Leaving the moment you walk into gloom
The lines of distinctiveness or the lines of reclamation, one feels that this is not the only way to distinguish
We fly through seas drifting on my tide
Idling in the spell check reference
Sitting on the seventies’ recliner, now in the drip of the post nasal inconvenience
Sleep falls lightly as the dropping snow
Dreaming of the spaceships and rubik’s’ of poetry
The festivals the baggage floating you beyond control. The needling of the friends to call
You drift in you drifting; you see and you don’t
Defining the terms of the debate-
We swing suddenly back into interpretation


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