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Symptom Repose

 We told

Bernadette Mayer
to be
angular and
lo the benighted
scansion over
and above
lippy falls. We let
Emily Dickinson
costar with flippant
mice while obviously
conjectural patterns
shuddered. We
told Gertrude Stein to
just finish
brimming, which
she shared in slow
slagging with a
cuntful of primitive
sorting. Nature evolved
Grassroots, tossing
strategic and
wholesale rhizome
clatter to
all the winds.
Some examples
become broadbased
reliquaries fining the
obvious wine from
non standard
vineyards. Ropes
were used and
taut expressions
dragging.
Bronze became a
Viral example
used as A
literary
hemoglobin
fit for rhyme
thru the ages.
Poetry
will never last
At this rate. Not
saying that we
need to say
what we didn’t need
To not say.

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