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I compose me
try to pull teeth and grey elements

Ash and grey elements appear during supper
Words and personalization become law
Become a creed

A fool bringing moss to market,
Shawl holds tight while eyes pierce concrete,
wide at home and closed while here,

In this home

A shack with spoons

This late hour steams from crowns of heads,
or crowns on heads,
when darkest,
only mist is seen in crowns on bedposts.

Black panther melodies scar institutes
Whiter power anthems are nothing to speak of

I bet it is on three laurels
A magic marker nodding off

It is a drinking whiskey game I win


But I think I'm going to Hell

Kiss me before I am in Hell


Finding many things burnt but not char

I can't find what that word means again

This song and title I can't put back together

Oh, I could call


If only,

Oh,

I knew it all

A neck to breathe down with the gauge I bring down

Could suddenly cut ourselves short

This vegetable garden could produce marrow

Not knowing it was a crime
Tragedy
Fifteen points of light,
no matter which order counted,
  fifteen points of light become one.

A year of rigor,
well documented flash and swords,
   become grainy, a grid near thin smiles.
  
Bring to me that germ, speak with me and smile.
Regulator of past or present.
  Sympathetic magic, dry bones.

Roots of the low density mountain.
Effigies or in ****** form?
This office, without light.

Movement in the belt of crust.
               A breath moves, another escapes.

Fifteen points of light removed.

Pony trick. Oats I trade for honey.
Hoarse electric wind, not cooling hotter rocks.
Stirring years.  l'Enfer

Wait.

Maybe this page is turned then torn.
(listen now as these seconds vanish)

Avec un lourd trophée à son bras puéril,

man removes himself, others follow.
22.  Parsifal by Paul Verlaine V. 8
It is a flat day.

Behind me, golden water continues to rise.

A step beyond and I will break my mother's back.

I feel the sum of jokes untold and lies misunderstood.

On the edge of this fear, do believe.

A new correction.

Centered and balanced on my forehead.

Unpack my mind.

In Leopard skin or Moleskin.

Anything but,
Something forgettable.

The tide has come.

I will say goodbye.

In my own way.


Will you rise and fall?

During my rest, will you continue life?

Or will you begin death again?

Baby, I am he.

Without curls and without the illusion of honesty.

An American flag.

If his country will do nothing as one child freezes,
it is only natural to swaddle with its flag.

Baby I am falling down real fast.

Baby I am moving and my eyes are closed.

Baby I am seeing a light.

And baby, did you know?
You were all I had.
Tragedy
Untitled
It's again open season
Yet there remains no vacancy
No rooms for rest
Salmon kite
Days of nostalgia
Free float
Pure trist
Illis quotes Amber
The fungus grows larger
A beast and a rifle to burden this momentum
Falling through a mother's pine
One thousand banes in the form of love
A mother's work is never done
Ninth dynamic
Four hours and this is forged again
Silver screams heard through golden temples
Dust settles, the bricks fall
A mile of bone penetrates the pyramid
Bringing new forma of energy
Satan's toothpick
And sharp fur for another
Ghost conductor entering messages
Down there, he eats in fits of a slothful rage
In fits of overdosed shrubbery
***** clocks
Each hollows and fades you
Advanced romance as strands won't return
Dirt searches for your face in the midnight hours
Artificial chains
Lead by burns
Idolatry commencement
Group Tragedy
@@@ instead, a torturous present is all that is offered and all that's been left for Robert.
&&& alone. feeling forgotten and bitter, Robert walks away from the gold and fire, across the snow and ash covered wheat field.
&&& possessed by an otherworldly sadness and immeasurable loneliness, Robert loses his humanity.
&&& in an event infinitely lonely in its probability, the universes washes Robert with fire, stripping him of his humanity. Granting him something superhuman.
&&& passenger with her parents Julia sees the transformation, the slow ropes of flame and the heavy clouds burning Robert's core.
&&& Julia senses something profound has happened, but keeps the revelation to herself. Julia's parents see nothing.
&&& Julia is driven away.
))) preface closes.
Tragedy.
Julia sways in the same Winter, losing an up hill battle of deep seated Calvinistic virtues and the excitation of *******.
@@@ Julia goes on weekend holiday with her parents in hopes of losing her virginity in some square of Savannah.
@@@ Julia packs a bible, hoping to burn it in a symbolic rite of passage.
@@@ Julia packs a doll, hoping to drop it from a rocky bluff, post de flowerization, a highly political and artistic statement.
@@@ Julia packs the lucky strike cigarettes she took from the family gardener years ago, saved for her first post coitus cigarette.
@@@ Julia fiddles with a razor in her parents washroom. Breaking a piece and tucking it in her fingernail, as she read once that prostitutes do.
&&& Julia plans to draw blood in her ******; the man or men severing herself from the responsibility of a ***** & she severing her skin as tribute to a new brokenness.
@@@ Julia fantasizes her flower's loss to be on a rich man's bed with one or two plainly handsome sons of a rich man.
@@@ Julia desires the experience to be ******, seething with heat and violence.
@@@ Julia prays for this chaos, to shed her modest and humble skin, to become a quiet ***** in this painful flash of light.
@@@
tragedy
start in that precipice that separates innocence, ****** realization & that slippery ***** of *******.
@@@ a farm.
@@@ a wheat field.
@@@ a place free of distraction.
&&& an open place golden and ashen in color.
&&& a possible monolith
&&& maybe a tree, its branches reminiscent of those three sisters of fate.
@@@ there is dust or ash on the tree. It is collected over years.
Or it is collecting there now.
@@@ there is a monolith full of golden bars and it is burning
@@@ the monolith has been set on fire as a means to an end
@@@ Robert's parents die in this fire
@@@ Robert's parents die in vain hopes to secure his future.
@@@ Robert's parents die in vain hope to clean their past, to seal it. In other words to cut a loose string. In other words to tie a knot.
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tragedy
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