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Jul 2016
late morning -- pretty certain
i am drunk. three point; gotta
laugh at that.
     (there's something about you;
           seems to sync with the Universe)
                         light music,
with reminiscence of myth-
ologized ***** Den.
      (in silent darkness, walls
           vibrated in tonal quality)
***** Den; orange-light hazard
zone. occupied: white skin starving
African child.      (means you could
                              see the collar bones)
    GIMME THAT MOTHER
       ******* AMBIANCE
[(get in the background)
           i don't mean it]
      i do mean i want to sleep.
to be seeking destitution and
continuation of Self -- sac-
rificing wanderlust, genetically
struck?
      i do mean i want to sleep;
passed out a lifetime?    nah,
i lost my voice from recess, but
   **** that sixteen years,
though no waste. no waste,
and again i'll sing with you.
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Filmore Townsend
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