tomorrow, palacial, orangutang. tundra, sundry, penny candy.

at this point

the porcelain beyond repair

my hands chapped

and beyond that bleeding

that cloud not a cloud

a zeppelin a wig

the bottle

a decoding machine

the war nearly over

reconstruction tuned

promised for cassandra

this will happen and this

will not happen who can

know who can be sure

guff,

the floor crumbles

but, i don’t fall

i can’t explain

slats a lot for the motion

paper cuts.

the inside of my mouth.

lilacs, aroma of.

level playing field.

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