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RULES-BASING

It is cold, or I am
Sitting up straight in the path of the oncoming
Conditioned air, after all these years

The quilt wants to know
Why it's only for display

There is so much I need to find out such as
What was in it for modern psychiatry to put so much of the obvious
On its ear, was the idea to learn to draw with the right side

Answers, games, anything
To make the point
Mildew into August

Generally, the point is to make life

Immersion!
What colors appear
Behind the eyelids

I'm not becoming distant, dear
I'm settling into geostationary orbit

Hearing, the most painful of senses
Because of its uncontrollable life in language

As a rule I hear these untoward remarks
Criticize me personally
And therefore I give my mind
To the art the lazy praise

Aware all the while my mind is making this life