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Apr 19
by any human interference
from sleep to sheet
they came unannounced,
uncontrolled, I, but the conveyance

claim not/seek not/ authorship
or thanks/how they came, who
is the suthor is unbeknownest
to me/yes, thay passed through
my body, and typing errors mine,
but you desire to say,
But You Authored Them!
I did, but did not, this is us,
what I struggle
to explain: when I
awoke they were
inside
           of me,
wholly formed,
having fallen from the
Leonard's Tower of Song

onto and through
the top of my head
coming to you presently,
after a good night moon rest.
Nat Lipstadt
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
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