the werds that danced and exploded with relevant madness
barely trickle now
eyes that saw the streets in poems
blink dull
and the werds!
the actual werds
that flew like bees and butterflies
and perched like hawks
now
blurt like farts
inadequate in meanings and slim of substance
but i wont give up on them!
dead fade sentences of today MAY sing new lights tomorrow
i
must trust them
must have faith they still hold true truths and hot dimension
tho
they
look
like
crushed spiders to me
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