Ah, linear time
the Clementine
the fine
dine
on
Every day;once a week;
once a fortnight; once a quarter;
whenever necessary; and it always IS
Fear makes thought impossible
eventually
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Language lays like a gauze
on bodies torn to bits...
of responsibility;
warns the ready
with its hollow snare
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Thought, beautiful thought
light of the soul;
to untangle the lies
to see what is there
to feel it with
mind
It is the blue-bird at the top of a tree
it is the snowtop
it is the liberator
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