the conversations
between us are legion
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i wave you wave
yam a wham
a wave on the lamb
from a shore thing
i am woah what i am
bhudda yam
flavored jram

see this is code
for as thoughts
erode into
the next diode

something else
desperately
entangled in
everything
gathers

and you may
not be willing
to flutter sideways
that impossible
way to all

always wishing
to sync with
everything
breaks every
time
into these
bits

left in our hands
looking to others
is insanity
and the only
sane thing
the mane thing
disturb forward
eddys

in the mirror
the maker
moves
making
dearer come
nearer
unto me
searer
to me
now
the sizzling
i am deaf to
as i burn up
on reentry

incoming and
rocking flame

seconds burning
against skin

skint by
tomorrow

arriving early
in my mind

time is unkind
this way

i have borrowed
from you

a closing down
an
elimination

holdings
what are holdings
what am i holding
ah my holdings
these these
are my
holdings
and i
waver
in t ime
holding
nothing
closely

all us bags of ****
blundering about
for a series of years
parts to make parts
parting
partly understood
party on
part
i say
partner

oh but the click
when u click
clickity click
click click
it's a hit
isn't it
as if u
clicked
into place
snik

oh this living thing
is is is is i guess
my daily ism
with something tasty
and **** and comfy
schism shmism
i have a vision
about my ism
and this well this

scouring letters
for edges unseen
stacked unclean

oh but i am clean
except for
half of me
that half

living right
up against
the rest
of
what i think
of
as approximately
me

is something else
a pretense
i think
not even you

smoking while
gazing hard
being drama
in your
thoughts

or how
i imagine
your thoughts
in my phony
thoughts
pony
i ride
all day long
like this

the sentencing
of these words
to these lines
seems unfair
at first and
we look away
and in loss
concretize
some more
mercilessly