the rigid rhythm and the kidney punchof
all
the
furious flamed and god-blind calendar days
can never deny
the baritone
of
the brave ignored and infinite silent sunlit NOW.
slim identity slipping away behind still music/sound of peoples
rushed waking sleep.
i hear them
over
back
fences
and behind front doors.
a glass man spoke about this on TV/i heard him/i was napping/i was breathing.
well, home I am in/i am awake/morning panic mist now.
well, home i am in
andthe
cooker looks to me for dinner.
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