divisive was the rift between the canyon and the cliff but when standing sets adrift a new planning contradicts what the banning began ramming and the scanner deepened hamstring was the fairest fair of good things and from darkness only truth sings so we set adrift an isle of white and curse the day from other sides while harps would play the isles of sighs and freedom sizzles while it fries and fruit would cook itself into a cake and off of a plate would seldom make a dent in harveys steel face and yet i take but cannot give when its too late so split the tab and rip the fabric hit the pads of written tablets reach around the fitted scab slits festering and pooling jabed with wretched were the brittle gnat ticks eating at their only whey fix
cannot wait
cannot fix
canonized and can eject
landing in a planned location
sanding for a deportation
death and dying still relate to
human hearts that freeze and face to pace the race they run against themselves they never win but they always beat a
n
d
words
are
just
not
coming
tonight
fin
FOUR DECEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-NINE
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