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As the poet moves through nature Nature moves through the poet In times like these I let my skin make the decision the floating spoke rubbed to nubs Pressure fit stubs into different hubs of directionless wheels Cognition asks permission to stop running program Request denied We will want the insider guide Thank you for your time Chewing the scenery with false teeth Embossed relief Spot on Egg and dart motif Eyes speak hot, about What the heart forgot Smear Talk around what can’t be spoken Try to tell of it’s borders See if they don’t look open The poet is a knife The moon is cheese History is a wall of meat & These stupid stones don’t remember anything
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
As the poet moves
As the poet moves through nature Nature moves through the poet In times like these I let my skin make the decision the floating spoke rubbed to nubs Pressure fit stubs into different hubs of directionless wheels Cognition asks permission to stop running program Request denied We will want the insider guide Thank you for your time Chewing the scenery with false teeth Embossed relief Spot on Egg and dart motif Eyes speak hot, about What the heart forgot Smear Talk around what can’t be spoken Try to tell of it’s borders See if they don’t look open The poet is a knife The moon is cheese History is a wall of meat & These stupid stones don’t remember anything
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MicahStone
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
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