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Spoken Word
Sure, I ramble; sloppy
Of course I strike out; ideal-deluded
Why certainly prejudice eludes the light of equilibrium; comfort
To be sure, all the night has to do is
throw its blanket over my cage, and I will sleep
a deep dreamless sleep, regardless of present/absent lover; solid
Must you wonder? The soft lining of an echo makes hardest buttress
to hold up weight of here-today, gone-tomorrow whispers; angst
Sweetie — you’re so precious — of course
I can never look anything
in its eye, for that is where most of the world’s roots
are cut
leaving only the memory of what once reached the heavens; answer
more by LORD BISON
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photograph by Milada Vigerova
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