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Sep 2020
I have scribbled an array of variables
tho the number of dimensions
is indeterminate
so the address
of that feeling
doesn't compute
keys stick hesitate
as this is close
one more just one more
so i return to the start

from the array i resolve
you know its true this listening we do
arteries of thought hardening in camps

i narrate from cell to cell a tale somehow
somehow never anything at all wound around

i just have these minutes and i'm being here
at once rectifying and stultifying just fying really

a parade we are waving to a smaller time
when fewer things said fewer things to us
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
   Ken Pepiton
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