unable to recall rare words, insufferably,
wardrobes refuse to say "I". It is the repeating
of a rare thing. Do you know what I mean? I think not.
There may have been a premonition that lies, stronger
than a wordsmiths creativity, could replace poets

Poems and all - these things should be acceptable or,
if they are not, at least, maybe we could all dance Point.
As if the precursor to a life preserved by fear
could be something other than that which intellectuals
hate to call 'their disinterested attention towards'

time passing, eyes, what their words be-get and what they don't.
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