--For Benjamin B.
congratulate the specie’s
epic use of dirt / the follicle's
thinning / only so much of a
field can be exposed / as matter
& electrons shitting light / honed in
on a frequency the same color
as a tree expiring in dust
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Terrific! I could swear I saw this poem on my inner eyelids before reading it. And then it appeared!
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