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LIKE TRYING TO BE AT A LOSS FOR WORDS

if only the extent were inexact
then the smolder-ego
o birds of north america
I could predict only
that I would hang around bookstores
could be the sorry
that mushes these places
as when the turn of a word
gives view of a long-closed room
and the gravity with white light
sucking the thinning moisture
out of action o it is plastic
despite its glinting stoniness
and can be used to transfer comics
Moon Mullins
do these codes and regrets
mean a kind of sanity will
irrigate not flood
and the birdish agreements
that fez-wearing honesty kicks out
when they stay inside "to some
extent" "can I level"
"can I level" "can I level"