and how large and liberating a role chance played in all our affairs…
There are other people like me, my DJ, serving a system of objects in space, humbled. A ceremony of another kind, a cautionary serration. Hear a name saying thank you one bite at a time. Animated potential spacecraft singing in birds and multiple twists and unforeseen air in a star, spider/teleconferencing devices.
I was on mirrors eerie, the diminutive aircraft, a gentle scrubbing ebbs foamy planetoid toward whatever dragons understanding crimes and complicated clones may help reveal. It is like watching some sort of magician work tickle out of your muscles — volatile, absolute –and relax.
The car never stops in the sharp sun of an April afternoon launching messages outside.
(I’ll whisper it in your ear).
Conclude the project by writing a poem that incorporates words and lines from all of your past 29 poems.
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“Animated potential spacecraft singing in birds and multiple twists and unforeseen air in a star, spider/teleconferencing devices.” 🙂