8.28.2014

HUMAN EBBING

Naked ungovernable
cahoot. Human ebbing,

desire evanescing,
exactly feckless, frail, in

-flexible transparent
spirit-plucking plectrums.

We are all abstract
mathematicians, sky of

tissue tempt to tear
the year away: can’t win

for losing. Nothing to lose,
bruise the fuse, inclued puzzles

included in the eye of
the aggravated aggregate. Agape

is the tune, anxious teeth
clinched, [sic] or sick

dogs of dialectique
sicking them onto

my mind’s lips of crisis ellipses
to awaken in a portrait of wholly snip.



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