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 the granite

obelisk.
finished
on the 19th
instant we
was re
membering
facts
as can be
how that
one side fought
against the
other side and
versa vice
with tablets
of ornate
principles
and princi
palities
bolstering
the side that
wasn't the
other side
and so forth
and more
forth until
it was fully
established
how victory
came from
the grey
clouds above
whilst like
wise so
did defeat
the other
wise the gods
definite
about the
good in
doing good
by being the
the good by
explanation
and cross
purposes
vis-à-vis
so thru en
tire noble
distribution
of moral
weight to
side and
other side
and all sides
all around
in circles that
square with
local patterns
and loyal dogs
pant with shame
in the
curious
seconds of
momentous
moment

Comments

Bob BrueckL said…
Great! Hilarious! It does sound like Gertrude Stein in its back-and-forth consideration of all sides (verbal possibilities). Thanks.
April 19, 2023 at 3:16 AM
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